baseball???

We just returned from the Padres game. I did my best to be the sport of all time. My life is not easy. I made it clear from the minute the boy asked me out for our first date, baseball, no thanks. Did I say I hate baseball? I had to go, you know best friends, the boys take the girls to dinner and offer wine. They did their best. I will admit that the park is spectacular and I loved it the first time I saw it, but then like many other love affairs it was over it. Really, nice place, but they play sports there and it is very boring, I don't see any of my grandbabies out there throwing balls and rolling around the field picking daisies and I want to go home. I must add that Joe boy, not so much the baseball conversationalist, but trying to charm me leaned over in a cuddly way early in the game and said "See that guy, he gets 45 million for the next two years." His hair was down to his waist in what I think looked like dreadlocks and I could not help my self from saying, "can't he afford a hair cut?" Man, I am getting old and out of touch.  And by the way, I never saw the guy do anything close to what Spencer can do when he is up to bat.  I digress, I sat down and started knitting in the first fifteen seconds, got some eye rolling, did I care, I am there under great duress, I should have had the flu, cause then I could have been home with Fred. No, stand up character that I am I went, I ate, I drank, I knit and I was still bored out of my mind. And I am talking in the first half hour. Even with my pals to talk to. They are not that interesting to me while I sit in an uncomfortable seat out in the elements, you know bugs and everything, I had to layer myself  in hand knit cashmere stuff, just to survive.  I just don't get it. Why would you leave the comforts of comfy cushions to sit on plastic seats? I think I now have a partial answer to the great lingering question from Spencer, "What does Papa get for buying you all that jewelry?" Well, kiddo here is one great example. Live and learn.