You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
How much it sucks to write an entire THAT’S CRAZY story and push save and watch it disappear into the internet oblivion.
I am furious. I spent a day writing this story. I sat outside and sweat like a junk yard dog humping a car bumper to bring you some quality wordsmithing.
And then, I go to save it and
BAM
It’s somehow deleted.
Thanks Google-Blogger product.
I am so angry. What a waste of energy, What a waste of creativity. What a waste of time.
I labored over this hot stove of white screen, punching keys and creating sentences and words and thoughts.
I arranged them in neat little sentences that rolled off the mind’s tongue.
And now, it’s gone. No trace. Gone like Jimmy Hoffa.
I was writing about my recent trip to a triple A baseball game.
I was describing how every time I go to the game, someone gets hurt, terrorized with a piping hot spheroid of cow hide that rips into the crowd at the speed of light.
I was saying that nobody should come to the stadium in a car and leave in an ambulance, but once again that is what happened this past Saturday night.
I remember this instant in time with clarity. The pitcher winds, and delivers. The ball is a speeder down the middle. The batter checked his swing, and the ball exploded off the bat over the first base dug out.
THUD
The hit a woman, making a sound like a rotten coconut falling from a tree.
I didn’t see the actual connection. It was too fast. It was a camera flash of speed.
Bang. Bang.
But I heard the scream. I heard the crowd grow concerned.
The batter was concerned as he cleaned dirt out of his spikes. The ump was concerned as he readjusted his cup.
They were concerned for all of a second, and then…
Play ball.
The game continued, for everyone but the lady who was having her eye shoved back in her head.
Suddenly Get your beer here was replaced with someone call 911.
The 7th inning stretch was replaced with sirens and ambulances arriving.
It’s crazy. every time I go to this stadium. I see someone get hit. I see someone get hurt.
Before the internet stole my words and inhaled them into a void of nothingingness, I was making the comment that footballs never hurt anyone in the NFL. Basketballs never hurt ayone in the NBA.
People have died at NHL arenas and that is why they are surrounded by glass and nets.
It is for safety.
The purists might hate it, but you know what they would hate more? They would hate their kid losing all his front teeth because a slap shot went over the glass.
And so it is with this baseball team. I don’t know if the stands are too close to the field or what?
I suggest putting the net all the way down the first base line. The life you save might be your own.
Coming to this stadium has become baseballs version of cowhide roulette.
Hey vendor i’d like a hot dog.
BAM
suddenly you are waking up in ICU.
I don’t know what happened to the lady behind the first base dug out. She was five sections away and I never could see her. I only could see how much concern everyone else had for her.
I knew it was bad when Nashville Paramedics made their way down the stairs and put a neck brace on her. They put her on a back board and carried her out.
We all clapped.
But I was pissed. Why does she have to be hurt. She was here to watch fireworks like the rest of us. She wanted to stand for the 7th innining stretch and sing take me out to the ball game like the rest of us.
Instead she is having a cat scan. Perhaps drinking her breakfast through a tube.
All I wanted to say before the internet ate my story like a dog chews a milk bone is that going to a ball game should be fun and safe.
Lately it seems like more people are hurt in the stands than on the field.
That’s wrong.Take me out to the Ball Game should not be replaced with who is your insurance carrier and are you allergic to any medications.
I am mad at blogger for being a sub standard blogging platform.
I’m even angrier at the local baseball team for having a venue where someone always seems to get seriously hurt.
and that is crazy.™