The Lake Elsinore Storm
This past Thursday, I attended my first ever Lake Elsinore Storm game. Those of you who are unfamiliar with the glorious fun that is minor league baseball, I strongly urge you to find the nearest stadium and attend. I’ve been to my share of major and minor league games, and while I do like the monkey dance after the eighth inning during Angels games, minor league ball offers something major league games never do. Beer for a dollar. And Star Trek:
I also prefer the whole compact-ness of minor league games. There is no such thing as a nosebleed section at a minor league game. There are no crowds nor the need to leave early to miss the parking lot traffic. True, there are no big name players, but there are fantastically named players:
Because it was Star Trek night, there was also a fabulous reenactment of the green woman seducing Capt Kirk, performed by none other than the Lake Elsinore Storm mascot, Thunderdog, and one [very lucky] Star Trek T-clad employee:
Alas, I didn’t whip out my camera in time to photograph the Baskin-Robbins cup of ice cream that danced on the field, then tripped and couldn’t get back up nor did I ask anyone to photograph myself and Little No Limit participating in the scream-the-loudest-and-win-a-pizza contest (I protest our loss - nobody is louder than me at a ball game, dude, NOBODY!).
The game was so fun, I was sick the next day (always a sure sign of an entertaining night) and cannot currently hear out of either of my ears (serious congestion over here, folks). Unfortunately, as a result of being sick, I had to miss out on attending the Padres-Cubs game I was supposed to attend last night. According to my sister, this is what I missed:
*an old man starting a fight with some younger guys behind him about where the old man’s wife could walk
*the younger guys spitting on the old man, because they didn’t like him for starting a fight with them
*a random old man interfering and accusing the younger guys of picking on old men
*the random old man’s daughter trying to pull her father away
*some combination of these people getting escorted out of the stadium and one of them shooting the bird at the others while yelling threats
*a group of pub crawlers getting escorted from the stadium
While I don’t deny that the above has all the points of an entertaining blog post (the story just isn’t as much fun when told secondhand, you know?), I’m glad I took my kids to the more family friendly Storm game. Really, if that was the behavior at the major league game with full price beer, imagine if it had only cost a dollar…
Whee! Stadium seats! Yay! Cotton candy!
