I Went To a Street Brawl and a Baseball Game Broke Out

I have to go back a week before I get to the real meat of this post. A week ago Thursday I took Linda to a day game at Petco Park. It was the Padres vs. Diamond Backs.

I was a little scared about taking Linda by myself but I thought what the heck. The worst that could happen is that she gets antsy and we’ll have to go to the “Park at the Park” and play.

I managed to score the first seat in a row on the Toyota Terrace Unreserved. The price was half off the norm because Thursday day games are two for one or half off one on the Toyota Terrace Unreserved section and only $10 parking in the 8th and Harbor Garage.

So I packed a lunch for Linda and off we went. I went to one of the snack bars to get a hot dog and found out they are also two for one. I thought great. I’m getting Linda a hot dog too. We sat down at this hidden section I know about where there is always an empty table and we had our hot dogs.

Then we went to the Toyota Terrace, put the stroller inside some railings between a beam and a trash can and walked four steps down to our seat at the beginning of the row. We had a blast. Linda was yelling “ball”, dancing with the music and clapping when everyone was clapping. I had a tear in my eye. She sat on my lap for about an hour and a half and had a great time.

I was so excited when we got home that I had to call my friend Martha and tell her about it. Martha loves baseball like I do and is also from L.A. During our conversation we decided to go to Petco Park for the Padres vs. Dodgers game.

Well folks that was last night. I think Martha was a little surprise at my Dodger gear and that I’m gutsy enough to wear it here in San Diego. We wandered around the park for a bit, got some food and drinks and went to our seats. We had a very nice conversation and watched the Trevor Hoffman festivities in peace.

Then the idiots arrived. I have lived here for ten years now and I still don’t understand the “fair weather” Padre fan (no I’m not talking about real Padre/baseball fans). You know the idiots that have no idea what they are talking about and just yell to hear their own voices. But after ten years (and I guess being a mom now) I have just learned to roll my eyes, grumble a little and ignore it.

Martha is not use to it. This idiot kept yelling stupid things in our ears. His kid is bopping me with his balloon hammer and they were just plain annoying. Martha turned around and asked politely to keep it down and it got worse. He was throwing the f-bombs and other things and Martha was upset because HE’S SAYING ALL OF THIS INFRONT OF HIS TODDLER!!!!!! Unbelievable!!!!

Then he just started to get personal. I don’t remember what he said but Martha got up in his face (you go girl). The guy behind the idiot had to hold him back.

At this time the Dodgers were losing so that was not helping things. We decided to leave our seats about the 8th inning (really because I didn’t want to deal with the idiot while trying to go down steps). We found an usher and Martha told him the story. He didn’t help much. Then we found another usher that basically said, “Sorry but we have to deal with bigger drunks than that.”

As we were leaving we saw on the screen that Trevor Hoffman was blowing the save and the game was tied. When we got to the car, the Dodgers won 6-5. Yeah!!! I bet the idiot was quiet in his seat now.

Gotta love baseball.