So I spent my birthday in a tee-shirt over a long-sleeved shirt, a hoodie, and a windbreaker under a blanket and umbrella at David’s baseball game tonight. But since I was in good company and the alternative was staying home again with Justin and Alex cooped up inside the house I wasn’t complaining.
To say the Mets were being outplayed would be like saying that the Titanic was a little boating accident. David went 0-0, drawing two walks in his two at bats, stole two bases and almost got himself picked off in a nail-biting run down, but that was about as exciting as it got. When the score was about 85 to nothing someone mentioned that the game doesn’t count as complete unless they get in four innings. Because the Mariners were relentless hitters we had only managed to get through 3 1/2 innings when a faint bit of light flashed in the southwestern sky.
I love watching storms and am not typically nervous around lightning, especially when it’s clearly over ten miles away, but I’ve never seen a row of parents, myself included, pack up chairs as fast as we did when a low roll of thunder rumbled through the air many seconds later.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2010