So Christine the Curmudgeon and the Mister went to a baseball game yesterday. He had gone down to the concourse to get us some food, and when he returned, he related this tale of his meeting with a fellow curmudgeon.
He had just gotten our food and was putting ketchup, mustard, etc. on it. An older gentleman was at the condiment counter doing the same, only he had a lot more food on his tray. He turned to Mr. C and said, “Did you know that I hate kids?”. Mr. C said he didn’t like them much, either, and was glad he didn’t have any. The man went on to complain about how he brought his grandkids to the game, and this was the FOURTH time they demanded he go down to get them something to eat or drink. And it was only the third inning! Since the concourse at this ballpark is under the seating bowl, there is no view of the playing field from there. So basically, this poor guy had not gotten to see much of the game at all!
Mr. C suggested that he say NO! to these kids once in a while, and then went back to our seats with the food.
I wonder if this guy got railroaded into taking the kids to the game. Maybe he really would have preferred to go by himself, or with his buddies, so he could actually, you know, WATCH THE GAME? I wonder how many more times those kids made him go back to the concessions, and how much the day ended up costing him. Even in the minor leagues, the cost of ballpark concessions can add up. It sucked to be him, shelling out all this cash, and not getting to see much of the game. But it’s kind of hard to feel sorry for him…I mean, who’s the adult here? Since when did it become common practice to take orders from children? How hard is it to say something like, NO, you’ve already had enough to eat” or “NOT NOW, maybe after the end of the next inning”? Or how about, “Get up and get it yourself, you lazy brats!” The latter assumes that there was not a second adult present, and that these kids were old enough to be left in their seats unsupervised. It’s his own fault he felt he had to keep getting up and missing the game!
Hell, I never make Mr. C get up and get me anything! We only bring each other food and/or beers when we’re already getting up to get it for ourselves.
And while I’m on the topic, what IS it with these kids who have to be shoving food into their mouths during every minute of a ball game? I went to another ball game this past Wednesday afternoon. The ballpark was having some sort of “educational day”, where groups of school kids were brought to the game as a field trip.
I noticed that for many of these kids, if they weren’t already shoving food into their mouths, they were standing in line at the concessions to get more. In this case, they had to get up and get it themselves, their parents were not there, just a few teachers/chaperones per group.
I could not help but notice this one bunch of kids near me…they started out with a hot dog and a soda. Same kids got up, came back with fried dough, ate that, got up again, came back with cotton candy, then ice cream, more soda, soft pretzels…it went on and on. No wonder so many of these kids are so fat…some of them are so big that they’ll probably be fitting into full-grown men’s clothing before they become teenagers! Ballpark food is not the healthiest stuff out there, at least not what these kids were eating. It’s okay to eat it in moderation, but not to gorge on it for an entire 3-4 hour game!
Why can’t parents set limits on how much their kids are allowed to eat at the game? Even though they weren’t there in the case of the school field trip thing…why do they give them so much money to buy all of this crap? Most of the kids I was observing spent well over $50 on junk food. Twenty bucks for food would have been more than enough. How much money were these kids carrying around, anyway? I did not hear a single kid complain over not having enough money.
I just don’t get it.