Take me out to the wierd game, take me out to the joe

We headed up to the Joe tonight to watch our minor league team play baseball. The team hasn't been doing so well but we havent all been to a game together yet this season. I love hanging out with my girls at a ball game. They get it, the pace, the green grass, the vibe, the surreal look that the field gets when the lights take hold. Tonight the whole thing just seemed a little strange.

I'm not sure if it was the guy in the chicken suit who rode a moped around the warning track in between innings and threw foil packets of cooked, marinated chicken into the stands or, the girl who came out dressed as the tooth fairy in between innings and cleaned off the bases with a giant tooth brush.

It might have been that Santa Claus was there and they were playing Christmas songs in between batters. I suppose it could have been the ground ball down to third with the bases loaded when the runner, trying to score from third base, knocked the catcher flat on his ass to break up a double play; only to have the ump say, "foul ball" after the play was over.

Now that I give it more thought, it could have been the race between three girls dressed as ketchup, relish and mustard or the people in the luxury box who danced around with the foul ball they retrieved after it bounced off of the the building, hit their friend in the back of the head and knocked her unconscious. They showed their catch off to the crowd and sat down for a little while before they figured out why their friend wasnt high fiving them.

Just a little strange.