Another Blaze Game...

...Another happy husband.

Today was the last Blaze home game of the season and I agreed to accompany John to the contest (despite the heat). In return, he agreed to sit along on the right-field foul line underneath a large canopy rather than his preferred seating choice, behind home plate (and today, right underneath the sun). The picnic-style seating area had its perks (shade being number one) and its drawbacks (almost everyone else in the crowd shared our idea). Now, I'm not opposed to sitting near large numbers of people, but the clientele that is attracted to Sam Lynn Ballpark can just be a bit too much to handle sometimes. Sodas, sweets, and beer were the order of the day, and you got the impression that these people were not indulging in their monthly discretionary calorie totals. ("Plump" seemed to be the overwhelmingly popular fashion statement at this venue.) In addition to the rampant consumption of empty calories, the conversation seemed to be littered with four-letter words, and among them, "ain't" was a favorite. It just wasn't quite our scene. Usually when we attend the night games we can sit in our own area and have our own space (Click here for a more detailed description of our usual Blaze routine).

The fine Oildale establishment

However, despite the conditions described above, the strangest thing that we encountered was the game giveaway. We weren't given the freebie until after the game, but boy was it worth it... 2 loaves of Sara Lee White Bread! (And yes, I am serious). I'm not really sure why were given 2 loaves of bread on our way out the gate. John thought maybe they had to try and get rid of it since it was the last game of the season, but I'm pretty sure no professional sports venue sells ANYTHING that uses sliced white bread. It was a strange gift to be sure, but it seemed to offer an appropriate conclusion to our minor league baseball experience this season.

Bread?! What?!