What a difference a day makes... another phone call to the Diamondbacks regarding our season tickets... this time with a bit more "bite" ended up with good results... seats in the equivalent section on the opposite side of the field (we are moving from the 1st base/right field to the 3rd base/left field) and 10 rows down (closer to the field). Apparently, it really does not do you any good to try and be "nice" in these type of situations. For the full story go here.
Our new seat assignment should get us away from the somewhat annoying family who had seats behind us for the past couple of years. What made it worse is that I went to grad school with the "dad." You think in a 40,000 seat ballpark you would not end up seated by someone from your past! The funniest part is that we never acknowledged each other's presence. I knew it was him from Day 1 -- but we were not friends in school (I always thought he was an arrogant ass), so I never felt a need to strike up a conversation. To this day, I never really knew if he recognized me.
Nothing had changed though in the 10 years that have passed -- he was still a know-it-all. I would say I often eavesdropped on his conversations -- but I don't think you can call it eavesdropping when the person is talking so loudly that there is little you can do to NOT hear him (and believe me I tried)! He spouted off about anything and everything...mostly pulling from his deep knowledge of baseball. Why he is not a major league manager I really do not know?! One of his "favorite" things to do was to report the out-of-town scores ("Colorado's up 6-2 over the Padres in the bottom of the 6th") or make wild assumptions based on score changes ("The Giants have another run...Bonds must have homered"). If I wanted to know the scores, I would just look at the scoreboard myself!
It did not take us long to dub his two young sons "the children of the corn." Not unlike Dad, they showed often eerie signs of having encyclopedic knowledge of the game. They knew every player and would often question Dad about a player was not playing their normal position or why a play was "scored" a certain way. The things that would come out of the mouths seemed well beyond their years. I really hope they have friends.
So now we will just have to wait to see what the new season bring us when it comes to people watching (and hearing)... like Mr. Gump's box of chocolates, you never know what you are gonna get.
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