The bush leagues (and the Volvo driver)
Tonight was a true Middle America night. John and I stopped clinging to our guns and our Bibles long enough to drive to Kansas City to take in a T-bones baseball game. As we were driving, I noticed a Volvo in front of us. I pointed out to John that I had done an informal study, and Volvo drivers were the worst on the road. That’s why they buy suburban tanks. Sure enough, this driver did not disappoint, swerving all over the road, looking over at the person in the passenger seat, and riding his brakes. Finally we had a safe opportunity to pass him, and got away as fast as we could. Naturally, upon arriving at Community America Stadium, we discovered he was sitting with us. Shit luck.
Thanks to the Rotary Club, we were a large group in a box suite (read: free food and beer). Our hostess Shay Baker and I hit it off enormously, once we realized that we were both wearing “I’m Not Really A Waitress” OPI polish on our toes. (This chick is a year younger than I am, and look how much she’s accomplished. Man, I feel like a slug!) Yes, this is how women bond. She asked me what I did for a living up in Canada. I told her “I’m a right-wing extremist!” She said we were going to get along just fine.
The T-bones did not play well, but were very dramatic. Both the catcher and the manager were thrown out for fighting with the ump. It was a scene out of Bull Durham, for sure! In fact, the manager had to be escorted out by security, as he was really acting up. So while they may have lost the game, they certainly kept me entertained. I mentioned the free beer, right?
