Tracy McCool

While flipping around channels, I happened upon a local commercial with a co-anchor from a local news station. She introduced herself as Tracy McCool. How McCool is that name? I'm sure she was never teased as a child. You can breeze through high school with a name like that.
I never watch local news because I'm a radio talk show junkie and I get my news there. I didn't even know Tracy McCool existed right here in Cleveland on Fox 8.

With Golden Tickets in Hand

With every intention to post my view of the latest episode of Fringe, I instead went to the Cleveland Indians game last night. We got our hands on four Golden Tickets and I couldn't pass up an evening of free food, Cliff Lee's attempt to win game number 23 and more free food. Cliff Lee had a rough night but I on the other hand, ate until I couldn't move.
We were in row J, so it was quite a chore to keep walking up and down the steps for hotdogs, peanuts, waffle fries, nacho's and ice cream, so we developed a system. The husband and I brought my parents with us and we foraged for food in pairs. Two of us would load up our pockets and arms with said items, chow down and then the other two would go for more. The evening went well for us, not so much for Cliff Lee.

Our Golden Tickets

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, those 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?

My Beloved Cleveland Indians Have Started Regular Season

Occasionally I will post about my Cleveland Indians. I'm not going to talk about their ugly "throwback" uniforms today, since it's opening day I should remain positive. A big plus is that the weather cooperated this year. Last year's opening day was in the midst of a blizzard.

So be prepared all you Yankee, White Sox and Red Sox fans. This is Cleveland's year!
Thank God the game is on early today so I don't miss Dancing With The Stars!