Eavesdropping At The Ballpark

Last month (wow, it would be last month; welcome to July, people), I wrote about eavesdropping. How the best place to do so was a restaurant. But just as good: A baseball game. Here, a quick and mostly accurate run-down of some of the things I heard from the people my girlfriend and I sat in front of at the game Sunday. My best guess is that this was some sort of a toned-down bachelor party between former college friends, a few of whom are already married and have kids, to celebrate one of the friends being married on the day of our nation’s independence (ironic much?).

A Mutual Friend Throws Away His Relationship:

“Did you hear about Mark?”

“No, what about him?”

“He slept with a co-worker.”

“Oh, Mark”, in a tone suggesting such a choice was not unexpected from the oh-so-wonderful Mark.

A Groomsman to the Groom:

“So what kind of jobs will you have for me on Thursday?”

“Just show up, man. (The bride) might want you to put streamers up, but that’ll be something we all do together.”

“Cool.”

One of the friends’ sisters is about to have a baby with her “partner”.

“We’re just not sure how her Grandma is gonna take it. She doesn’t even know (this person is) gay.”

“Maybe it’ll be fine.”

“Maybe. She is pretty cool.”

“How old is she again, a hundred and six?”

“She’s 93, dude, and she’s pretty cool. She is Southern Baptist, though, so you never know.”

 

Oh, baseball games, you offer so much fodder for the curious writer. I hope you guys enjoyed this brief glimpse in at baseball-game eavesdropping.

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Eavesdropping At The Ballpark

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s