I can’t thank loyal reader, Scott, enough for giving the Geedings four free Rangers tickets that included a great parking pass. The tickets were just a few rows above the visiting bullpen and it was a great outing for our family’s first major sporting event.
We almost got a great souvenir to take home with us. One of the players in the Angels bullpen was about to give us a baseball but then decided to give it to a busty sandy blonde woman wearing an Angels t-shirt.
Some guy thought he was being hilarious for yelling a plethora of fish references towards Angels center fielder Mike Trout. I didn’t really mind his attempted taunting, but come on, if you became an MVP in the majors with that last night, surely you’ve already heard all the fish jokes there are to make.
Years ago a father took his son to a Rangers game and died reaching for a ball thrown to him by now current Angel Josh Hamilton by falling over the rails into the space behind the outfield video board. As a result, I remember the Rangers put some safety netting between the stands and the wall to prevent such a fall, but I looked at that gap last night and I no longer saw the netting.
The Rangers’ ballpark always had some great Texas related stone artwork on the outside, but I was surprised to see several of the huge longhorn artworks missing from up high. My guess is that they are being repaired because of [que dramatic music] all the new earthquakes in the area. Actually, I don’t have a clue on why they are missing.
For some reason, a fan wore a boxing robe and boxing gloves to the game, and he got the biggest laugh on the jumbotron.
I asked the kids what their favorite part of the night was. DaughterGeeding enjoyed the fireworks after each home run. BoyGeeding’s was when the green dot won the dot race as it’s his favorite color.
I gave the chicken-fried bacon a try. They use the thicker cut, about a quarter of an inch, than the thin strip I expected. It was okay and would have preferred they used a different kind of breading as it wasn’t really sticking to the bacon. I may or may not have walked around the entire ballpark to find said item only to realized if I would have walked in the opposite direction from where I started, I would have found the desired item in less than two minutes. I was surprised it was only served at one place in the ballpark.
There were several moments last night where I started to think about the drive home, getting the kids to bed, and what I needed to get done the next day. But then I remembered to appreciate the now, live in the moment, and just take in this special event with the family and appreciate the sights, sounds, aroma, and the cool weather.
Yesterday was Western Day at DaughterGeeding’s preschool, where they were encouraged to dress up in cowboy clothing and play with barnyard animals trucked to the school. For you out of staters, I bet you’re thinking . . . Isn’t that everyday in Texas? Somewhat related – 27 Things People That Went To High School In Texas Will Understand
As a child, I use to see Scarborough Fair commercials all the time and always told myself that one day I will check it out. I have yet to check it out.
For you local folks (and those in the Memphis area), you can get free breakfast at Chick-fil-A next week, if you are willing to eat a new product called the Egg White Chicken Grill.
I took the kids to Scarborough last year after visiting a couple of times as a kid. The atmosphere is still quaint and fun, but it seems like every show performer begs for tips. After driving a while and then paying decent money to get in, the last thing I want to do is hear people beg for tips. It really spoiled the experience for me. Plus my older son was in a terrible mood for some reason.
I first went to SRF in '84 – at that time it answered the question "What happened to the hippies?" I still enjoy going, even if not necessarily every year. The experience of waiting in traffic on the I-35E exit ramp can be a beat-down.
Story about the crumbling longhorns on Rangers Ballpark façade:
http://rangersblog.dallasnews.com/2015/04/texas-r…
As a kid that grew up in small Texas town, I can identify with about half of those things on the list.
(and yes, I drove a pickup in high school)
I took the kids to Scarborough last year after visiting a couple of times as a kid. The atmosphere is still quaint and fun, but it seems like every show performer begs for tips. After driving a while and then paying decent money to get in, the last thing I want to do is hear people beg for tips. It really spoiled the experience for me. Plus my older son was in a terrible mood for some reason.
I first went to SRF in '84 – at that time it answered the question "What happened to the hippies?" I still enjoy going, even if not necessarily every year. The experience of waiting in traffic on the I-35E exit ramp can be a beat-down.