Thursday, July 22, 2004

Take me out to the ballgame.
 
Our field trip today was to Comerica Park for a Tigers game. A lot of our 30+ kids (yes, it was a big group today) had never been to a "real" baseball game before, and seeing the look of wonder and amazement in their eyes as they entered the stadium was truly touching. We sat down in our seats and gazed down in awestruck silence at the diamond before us.

For about 30 seconds.

Then:

"Miss Krzys, I'm hungry."

"Miss Krzys, I'm thirsty."

"Miss Krzys, I want to go to the gift shop."

"Miss Krzys, I have to go potty."

"Miss Krzys, we are going to carefully time our requests so that you don't get more than 5 seconds of peace and quiet at any given time."

(Okay, they didn't actually SAY this last one, but I'm pretty sure they were all thinking it.)

Seriously. I saw about a minute and a half of the game. The rest of my time was spent escorting various groups of kids to the bathroom, food stand, gift shop and then back to the bathroom.

It sounded like a good game, though. Loud cheers kept erupting from the stadium.

I couldn't even tell you who won.

Ah, happy times.

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