It all started with free Cleveland Indians Baseball tickets, a magical, summer evening of baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet. There are tickets to baseball games out there in the world that come with free food. I know all about the loge tickets, thos
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In the stadium, up the escalator, the unfortunate fans that had to pay for their food, took a left, we Golden Ticket holders turned right. Glass doors were opened for us, tickets checked, paper bracelets were double sticky taped around our wrists and we were ushered into a cornucopia of stadium food. Imagine going to a baseball game hungry, wondering what to have and then realizing you can have everything. There was a hamburger and hot dog grill with french fries, a nacho stand, a pasta bar, pizza and sticking out like a sour thumb - a carved beef station, holy crap carved beef! All the snack foods were well represented, popcorn, peanuts, cotton candy and hot pretzels.
Along for the feeding frenzy ride with me were the husband, Boy #2 and Boy#3. None of us stayed in our seats very long. We would glance at each other and say, "What do you feel like eating now?" The people in the bleachers were trying to get "The Wave" started in the stadium but it stopped when it got to our section. We were just to bogged down with food to bother standing up and lifting our arms.
In the middle of all the food was a pop machine (I'm from Ohio, we call it pop not soda and I refuse to conform) the nozzles went on forever, Pepsi flavors to the left and right of me. But this proved to be the trickiest part of the evening. We should have just stood back and observed, but we jumped right in. No lines formed for this little slice of heaven, the object was to stand back and stick your arm in and fill you glass, more pop could flow this way. Eventually we caught on and didn't look like morons standing in front taking up space. Boy #2 must've drank him fifteen Dr. Peppers.
Needless to say we ate and drank our fill. There was a baseball game going on too, we watched some of that. Did I mention the ice cream parlor?
e are not what I'm referring to.In the stadium, up the escalator, the unfortunate fans that had to pay for their food, took a left, we Golden Ticket holders turned right. Glass doors were opened for us, tickets checked, paper bracelets were double sticky taped around our wrists and we were ushered into a cornucopia of stadium food. Imagine going to a baseball game hungry, wondering what to have and then realizing you can have everything. There was a hamburger and hot dog grill with french fries, a nacho stand, a pasta bar, pizza and sticking out like a sour thumb - a carved beef station, holy crap carved beef! All the snack foods were well represented, popcorn, peanuts, cotton candy and hot pretzels.
Along for the feeding frenzy ride with me were the husband, Boy #2 and Boy#3. None of us stayed in our seats very long. We would glance at each other and say, "What do you feel like eating now?" The people in the bleachers were trying to get "The Wave" started in the stadium but it stopped when it got to our section. We were just to bogged down with food to bother standing up and lifting our arms.
In the middle of all the food was a pop machine (I'm from Ohio, we call it pop not soda and I refuse to conform) the nozzles went on forever, Pepsi flavors to the left and right of me. But this proved to be the trickiest part of the evening. We should have just stood back and observed, but we jumped right in. No lines formed for this little slice of heaven, the object was to stand back and stick your arm in and fill you glass, more pop could flow this way. Eventually we caught on and didn't look like morons standing in front taking up space. Boy #2 must've drank him fifteen Dr. Peppers.
Needless to say we ate and drank our fill. There was a baseball game going on too, we watched some of that. Did I mention the ice cream parlor?
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