My parents were supposed to go to the Grand Canyon last week. They hadn't been on a vacation since I was in middle school and were definitely due for one. Unfortunately, my dad got sick right before they left and felt terrible when they arrived at their hotel in Arizona. Sunday night my dad called me and when I saw that it was coming from the house phone, I knew what had happened. He assured me that they were going to make the best of the week they had taken off from work, and invited me to come with them to the Tigers game on Friday night.
The following work week was a busy one. Most of my time was spent ripping videos off YouTube, which had to be converted twice before they could be brought into Avid (our editing software.) Our deadline was a Friday midday meeting which promised to result in a bunch of changes and a weekend of work. As it turned out, they loved what we did, and around 3:00 on Friday got an okay to leave early, as a reward for consecutive long days. I finally had a chance to swing by UHF Records and pick up my vinyl copy of Apostle of Hustle's National Anthem of Nowhere (my favorite album of all time.)
My parents had invited me to bring someone along, so I went over to my friend's house for a couple hours before we drove downtown for the game. Once there we promptly grabbed a couple hot dogs and sat down in our seats just as they announced the starting lineups. We were in the right field bleachers, just a section over from the seats that I had bought from a lady at my work four times earlier this season. My mom told me about their "staycation" and my friend and I commented on our fellow baseball patrons. In front of us was a kid who kept sticking his arms half inside his shirt and clapping, completely independent from the organ prompts but rhythmic nonetheless. He also exhibited some admirable dance moves, much more fluid than anything we'd been able to achieve. Other less-amusing fans prompted a post in a joint-effort blog that we've just started: blog ideas; where each entry is a clever concept and a sample entry. Much easier and rewarding than actually starting the proposed blog. After the sun set and the wind started blowing again, the incredibly warm afternoon gave way to a chilly evening and the blanket my mom let us use wasn't enough to keep me from shivering. When we stood for the seventh inning stretch we decided it was the perfect time to take our leave. On our way to the car, my dad called to tell us that we'd scored nine runs which made our tickets redeemable for a free Hot and Ready pizza at Little Caesars the next day.
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