atlanta braves game...
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Funny story:
Lived in Atlanta for a couple years (2004-2006ish). My 3rd grade daughter was in the choir... they were selected to sing the National Anthem at a Braves game. Pretty cool! So we get there early (wife and 3 kids) and we're down at field level where the choir assembles. They go out and sing. Was a great moment. Very proud. So then game starts but of course our comp seats are nosebleed so we begin the hike up. We get to the upperdeck concession level and I take the family order, place the order, get the food/drinks and make my way to the seats where the family is waiting. By now it's freakin 3rd inning and I haven't seen a pitch. I distribute the food. Take a sip of beer. Watch one pitch. Look to the left just in time to see my daughter projectile vomit all over the ground at her feet with a substantial splatter peppering those in the row in front of us. I apologize to those around us, standup, gather the fam, and we make our way out of the park stopping to alert the usher of the steamy puddle of kid puke. Had to stop on the drive home for another round of puke... fortunately on the side of the road.
Lived in Atlanta for a couple years (2004-2006ish). My 3rd grade daughter was in the choir... they were selected to sing the National Anthem at a Braves game. Pretty cool! So we get there early (wife and 3 kids) and we're down at field level where the choir assembles. They go out and sing. Was a great moment. Very proud. So then game starts but of course our comp seats are nosebleed so we begin the hike up. We get to the upperdeck concession level and I take the family order, place the order, get the food/drinks and make my way to the seats where the family is waiting. By now it's freakin 3rd inning and I haven't seen a pitch. I distribute the food. Take a sip of beer. Watch one pitch. Look to the left just in time to see my daughter projectile vomit all over the ground at her feet with a substantial splatter peppering those in the row in front of us. I apologize to those around us, standup, gather the fam, and we make our way out of the park stopping to alert the usher of the steamy puddle of kid puke. Had to stop on the drive home for another round of puke... fortunately on the side of the road.
Dude. Sorry to hear that. That is a fathers life sometimes. In moments like that, I always think - "at least I am not sitting up at St. Jude's at my child's bedside".
