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A TALE OF TWO PRETZELS
Now the pretzel is known for it’s simple and tasty traditions at baseball games and with that being said my pretzel fetish started there no less. But where do you ask is the perfect pretzel? Numerous attempts by everyone and their mother (not litterly, my mother could care less) has lead me to one conclusion. In an attempt to find out, I experimented (that’s what everyone says but I’m talking about pretzels here).
Starting with the ballpark, I found my first love. Not a cheap out of the box pretzel but not too fancy eaither. I’m a simple girl with simple tastes. Just a little bit of mustard does the trick.
Now restaurants are known for their food but please don’t offer pretzels unless you’re a brewery or a bar. Or maybe not. I can say one of the worst pretzels I have ever had was at a corner bar. They put that folded up piece of bread in the microwave! How dare they!!! That should be a crime. If your’re going to cook a pretzel it needs to be baked or reheated in the oven for that super crunchy taste. So this little guy did not count.
The real 2nd best pretzel I have had was once again at a ballpark. This one with a twist. I was at Yankee Stadium buying my gourmet pretzel and all of a sudden it slipped out of my hands and fell on the ground. I picked it up and quickly wiped it off and went about my business of eating my pretzel. Of course I could not get away with that without being seen as one of the people I went with said “Are you gonna eat that, it fell on the ground?” I said “Don’t you know the 5 second rule?” They looked at me smiling and screaming “eeww”. You know what they say,if you love something set it free, if it comes back to you it is meant to eat. It sure did!Right out from under me. What a save!
GAME ON (3)
Well playing “senior citizen” softball lasted about a week until I was brought aside one day at a game by the coach who was also my boss at work and told me I was throwing a little to hard to the other teammates. I thought to myself what is he talking about I’m just playing the game and he told me that I needed to be a little more gentle. I felt like I was being reprimanded. Now being who I am I took it hard and pulled a “Paul O’neill” slamming my cap down on the ground and stormed off. At the end he was right and I did not figure that out until it was too late and I got fired. Lmao. I’m the nicest person in the world but when I “get into something” I really “get into something”. Kinda like O’neill who is one of my favorite players of all time. My boss told me before I was scooted out of the building ” I wish you had been into your work as much as you are into the game”. So much for being like their granddaughter. I was really enjoying the perks. They sure liked to feed me and tell me their tales. And certainly that was not the place for me as far as playing the game went. I liked my job. I thought that I was doing a good job. Oh well. lol.
2ND BLOG (2)
My father sure put a stop to me throwing rocks. Eventually as I got older the throwing rocks thing got old as he and I started throwing baseballs or should I say softballs back and forth to keep me out of trouble. With his other arm of course. Now normally this is usually done with a father and son but in this case he had a daughter and he had to make due. My father didn’t care. He saw my potential even though he was still bitter about his lost opportunity years ago and eventually I started really enjoying the game so I joined my high school softball team playing first base and managed to get myself on any other team besides my school team that I could join including a league that had been started by a few fellow employees at my first job which includes my favorite people… senior citizens. I worked at a assisted living home and they had organized a league for fun for their residents. I’ve always had a way with the older generation and my sparkly girl next door and “you remind me of my granddaughter” personality won them over and they insisted I join the games. So I did.
SPRING TRAINING (1)
Where do I start. Well, when I was 12 years old my father told me one day about how he almost made it to the big leagues. That’s baseball were talking about. His dream was to play for the New York Yankees. He never got a chance to achieve his dream. The day he was heading to try outs he got into a car accident with a drunk driver and lost his ability to use his arm. Turns out that drunk driver was a member of the team. Turns out he got away with it. Not exactly a way to bring out “team spirit” if you know what I mean. My father never participated in or watched another baseball game since. Now as I tell you this you might just think I’m a boy who had a father who brought his boy up on baseball. But let me tell you I’m not. I’m a girl, flesh and blood. And my father did not bring me up on baseball for sure. I guess it comes naturally because he told me when I was older that I had this habit of throwing things as a kid. Didn’t matter what it was. Rocks , you name it. I threw it at everything and unfortunately at everyone of my friends thinking I was cool for whatever reason. Its just what kids do sometimes. That’s when parents come into play. So to speak.
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