I went to a Twins game

Today I went to a Twins game with both my parents and my brother. We had good seats, front row at 3rd base. I really like baseball but I have never actually been to a Twins game.

This was a super long game - lasting just under 4 hours and the Twins lost.

I can't say I had the worst time, but I can't say it was the greatest either. For one, I sat next to my mother who has all kinds of interesting rules for conduct when she's out and about. Given the length of the game I could have really gone for some peanuts or a pretzel and a beer or a soda or something.

Well, according to my mother, it is impolite to wave down the vendors. Not that I'm an expert, but I think that's the reason they walk up and down the aisles YELLING "Peanuts, Beer!" I could be wrong.

Waving down a vendor would potentially cause attention to oneself and besides, it is overpriced anyway.

(sigh)

Also we were sandwiched into the middle of the row so to leave would cause others to have to stand up. I do agree, I do not want to get into the middle of anyone's game watching. However, they have little breaks during team switching when this would be appropriate. Nope, not according to my mother.

(sigh)

Not only that, she made comments about how some of the players are single, "He would just have to meet someone not that into baseball." Okay Mom, enough already. Seeing as how I am not allowed to cause any attention to myself, your fantasies of me meeting a baseball player are slim to none.

Of course, we were close enough to potentially get hit by foul balls. I am 31 years old and perfectly aware of how a foul ball could be harmful. I see the screen that tells how fast the pitches are (around 90 mph) and I can only assume that the people behind the batter wear armor for safety.

So, on my one side, I have my Dad reminding me of that every time a left handed batter comes up, my Mom telling me to shield myself with my purse and my Dad disagreeing saying, "She'll never be fast enough, she has to duck."

(sigh)

I did try to get them to sit next to each other but they were concerned with the chance that I would be sitting next to someone I didn't know.

(sigh)

I realize this is all out of love and I am also not the first adult to take issue with their parents.

Otherwise it was a lot of fun. Baseball is my favorite because I know the rules and know how to watch it. Versus football where I never know what's going on and hockey where all they do is fight all the time.

On a side note, time for a RESTAURANT REVIEW...we unfortunately went to eat at TGI Fridays before the game. What an incredibly awful place to eat food, especially on a Sunday. Besides the blaring loud BAD rock music playing inside and out (seriously, I am a huge music fan, this was elevator rock played way too loud) our waitress had to scream at us to take our orders.

Not to mention bad food. Like really bad food. I went with Five Cheese Mac n' Cheese pasta, as did my Mom. Why? Well this seems like the least awful in that it's pasta and cheese...how do you screw up pasta and cheese?

Well, I'll tell you how. First, you let it sit out long enough so the pasta drys up a bit, then you add too much bacon. After that, you top it with chicken breast that doesn't look, taste or feel like chicken. Funny enough, it even has black grill marks on it, which at closer inspection, are FAKE black grill marks. Ewwwww!

I asked the waitress for some hot peppers and they didn't have that. Then I asked for some cayenne, nope none of that either. That had me stumped (no cayenne in a kitchen?) until my brother pointed out that they don't cook, they just open packages. Aha!

I was pretty hungry at the game, I could not eat much of my unenjoyable meal. Good thing it was only a whopping $6.99.

We were trying to go to the Good Day Cafe which my brother swears by and I have heard good things about. Unfortunately the lines were out the door (no surprise) and we did have time. We were seated immediately at TGIF's (no surprise).

Tomorrow I am officially back to the grind that is my pathetic excuse of a life.