Thanks to the kindness of Surf Reporter Brian, Toney, the boys, and I will be attending tonight’s Wilkes-Barre/Scranton Penguins game. The man has connections, many connections, and made arrangements for us to get in for the very agreeable price of nothing. Pretty cool, huh?
I’m looking forward to it. I’m not the world’s biggest hockey fan, but have always been interested in seeing a few games live. I think it’ll be a blast. …Stay tuned for a full report.
And while enjoying another delicious Marlene Colander frozen meal today, I started thinking about the professional sports teams I’ve watched play at their home stadiums. I’ve been to quite a few baseball games, but not much beyond that.
Here’s my current list, not including minor league contests:
Cincinnati Reds (Riverfront Stadium)
Philadelphia Phillies (Veterans Stadium)
Pittsburgh Pirates (Three Rivers Stadium)
Atlanta Braves (Fulton County Stadium)
New York Yankees (Yankee Stadium)
Boston Red Sox (Fenway Park)
San Francisco Giants (Candlestick Park)
Los Angeles Dodgers (Dodger Stadium)
Atlanta Hawks (The Omni)
Los Angeles Lakers (The Forum)
As you can see, most of the stadiums I’ve visited are now gone, or no longer in use. The two I visited the most, in Cincinnati and Atlanta, have been bulldozed full-on.
I am a relic from a different era.
I’m sure plenty of you have been to more pro sports games than I have. Give us your lists, in the comments section. And if Steve’s reading this, you might want to submit yours in .pdf format. I don’t know if WordPress is equipped to handle the strain of your list. Sweet Jesus.
Toney and I were talking about something a few days ago, and somehow got onto the subject of profane doctors.
I don’t visit doctors very often, because I’m not really a fan. I’m always convinced they’ll want to twist a flashlight into my ass. But two times in my life I’ve encountered cussing medical professionals. Twice, during very limited exposure.
When we lived in California someone suggested an optometrist in Burbank, so I made an appointment. He seemed fairly standard, until he had me in the chair with that big see-thru apparatus pressed against my face.
He started flipping lenses around, and asking if each combination improved my vision or made it worse. Only, that’s not exactly the way he put it.
He’d flick the things for a couple of seconds, then say, “How’s that? Shitty? Is this any better? Did that make it shitty or better? Any better? Shitty? Shitty? Better?….”
It was bizarre. Who talks that way, especially to a person right off the street? I’d never met the man before. I wasn’t offended, of course, it just made me question the professionalism of this so-called doctor. I felt an urge to see his diploma, just to be sure. I had a feeling he might’ve ordered it out of the back of Rolling Stone.
But he turned out to be really good, and took great care of my problematic eyes. That first visit, however, left me scratching my tiny Duke head. Shitty?
Also in California (is a pattern developing?), our second son was born, via C-Section. I was in the room while the procedure took place, standing far enough behind the partition so I wouldn’t have to see anything ripping apart.
There were two docs there and, I kid you not, they made a golf date while extracting our baby. I fought an urge to holler: “Would you guys please focus?! This is kind of a big deal!”
But everything went well, and after Secret 2 joined us, one of the doctors asked if I wanted to cut the umbilical cord. I told him I’d pass, and he said, “Oh, don’t be such a pussy!”
I couldn’t believe it. A pussy?! Does Buck have a brother who’s a doctor in California?? It was all said in a joking way, but I wasn’t exactly buckled-over in laughter.
A nurse pressed some scissors into my hand, and I did cut the cord — against my will. And it felt like I was trying to saw through raw steak. Blecch.
But, pussy? It’s still amazing to me.
Have you had any unusual experiences with doctors? Has anything baffling happened, like with my foul-mouthed eye doctor, or our trash-talking baby-remover? Use the comments section to tell us all about it.
And I’m gonna cut this one a little short (like an umbilical). Both boys are home from school now, and are playing “music” in their rooms. It feels like I’m typing in the middle of a Best Buy store.
But tomorrow I’ll tell you all about our big-time hockey adventure. Should be fun!
See ya then.