Kalamazoo Kings Kraziness

Today I took Rex on a surprise date to a Kalamazoo Kings baseball game. It was SO FUN! I surprised him by hiding in the bed of his truck, and then when he came out of work and started up his truck to drive away, I jumped out and nearly gave him a heart attack. Ha ha!!

We grabbed a Hot and Ready pizza from Little Caesars and began heading toward the baseball field. When we arrived, the game was already in the third inning. We had a great time hanging out and watching some good baseball. Here are some highlights for you:

A few seats down from us, a foreign couple was sitting and enjoying the baseball game. I would be more descriptive on the origin of their foreign-ness if I could, but they were just weird. Their place of origin could be Venus for all I know. Anyway, the wife/girlfriend person/alien was sitting down for the whole game, twiddling her fingers in a way that made me think maybe she accidentally left her knitting needles back on the mothership or something. The man, however, was INTO the baseball game. He was on his feet, clapping awkwardly and dancing for most of the game. Picture this: a man of unknown ethnicity with buck teeth standing in that weird way that appears as though he is trying to tuck his butt up into his stomach. He was wearing shorts up to his belly button, a collared polo buttoned all the way up to his neck, nerd glasses, and something that may have been a baseball cap in a past life. He was dancing with his arms waving around wildly about his head and his hands balled tightly in fists. He was doing a weird pelvic thrust reminiscent of John Travolta, and the whole thing was entirely frightening. Also, whenever a batter came up to hit, the man would scream, "Here kitty kitty!!!!" Explain that one to me. If there was ever a boring moment in the game, Rex and I turned to watch this couple.

A few seats in front of us, there was a woman who was at the game for...some reason. Rex and I couldn't figure out why, though. She read a book the entire time, never looking up to check the score or to see what people were cheering madly about. She looked utterly bored. As the game entered the tenth inning and everyone was on the edge of their seats, she looked like she wanted to go home. As the game entered the eleventh inning, she finished her book. She put it down and looked around, panicked, for something else to do. HEAVEN FORBID she would actually have to watch the baseball game! Luckily there was a Kalamazoo Gazette nearby, and she picked it up, turned to whatever section was least boring in her opinion, and retreated away from the "incapacitating boredom" of a tied baseball game in the eleventh inning.

Down by the fence, there was a man who was the opposite of this woman. He was ENTIRELY into the baseball game. He had the fence in a death grip as he paid attention to that game as if the world was going to end if there was one more strikeout. He was wearing a team jersey and an American flag bandana around his head. He would frequently try to engage the crowd in a rousing chorus of "LET'S GO KINGS!!!" When there was a questionable call, he would turn to the crowd, murderously angry, and shout, "DOES ANYONE HAVE A ROCKET??? I WILL SET IT OFF AND THEN BOOM!!!!" I wanted to say, "Oh yes! I did happen to bring a rocket! I always keep one in my purse for just such occasions!"

The game was a blast (no pun intended on the rocket thing), the Kings won in the bottom of the eleventh, and Rex and I drove home eating cold pizza while we rocked out to country music with the windows down. Perfect summer night.