Things Only Ace Thinks About

Sometimes my life is boring. Sometimes it's interesting. Usually it's more often the former and not so much the latter. Sometimes I can make it through my day only by pretending I have a documentary crew following me around, and that's when I'm glad that my inner-monologue cannot be heard by others. Everyone thinks like this, yes? And everyone loves Elvis, and the Brady Bunch, and Stephen King, and birthdays, right?

Monday, April 17, 2006

I never got my Cracker Jacks . . .

On Friday, I met Laurie and Raymond and we decided to take a tour of Turner Field. Our behind-the-scenes look featured our robotic tour guide (who NEVER deviated from her script), a glance into Hank Aaron's office, entrance into the press room, sitting in the dugout, and posing for pictures at home plate.
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Unfortunately for my touring friends, only I remembered to bring my camera. And I just might be the worst photographer ever. Yet, ironically, I love to take pictures. So here are just a few of the over 40 (yes, forty!) I took at the field, and then later at the game we went to.

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Yes, this is what it called the "Tomahawk Chop." Can people get away with this in 2006? Yes, they can. I too could have participated in the Chop, but I was too cheap to shell out the $8 for the foam tomahawk. And I didn't really want to pay for membership into the Redneck Society Club, Georgia Division. It's classy, though, yes? This was only added to when, at the conclusion of the game, the man sitting next to me, Billy Bob (as I call most Southerners who live up to stereotypes), loudly yelled with his fists in the air, "The South shall rise again!" No trip to the South is complete without a reference to the War of Northern Aggression.

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I cannot believe how much fun I had at the game. Of course, supply me with some hotdogs, beer, and ice cream, and I can pretty much have fun wherever. Add into the mix around 40,000 Braves fans (of whom at least 60% were missing teeth or wearing wife-beaters or had names like Billy Bob and Peggy Ann) and I was one happy little sports fan.

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Oh, and the Braves won. Probably had a lot to do with my semi-coherent cheering. I'm a whistler. People should take me out in public more often. I kick ass by the truckload.

1 Comments:

Blogger Victoria Dehlbom said...

So are you going to visit oreintal-massage-chicago? Anyway, we Southerners remain true to our convictions that we shall rise again and the War of Northern Aggression is not yet over.

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