Peanut Gallery

Boy is this a good one! Went to the baseball game with my youngest daughter tonight. She earned free tickets thru the summer reading club at the library. I thought, since the tickets were free, I would spend the money to upgrade to the box seats, and sit with a better class of losers. Apparently someone let a family from the lower caste in amongst the box seats. I'm not sure where to begin. Let's start with noise level and that will segway nicely into weight problems. This 'woman' had the the biggest mouth of any I've seen yet. I guess it's to announce her presence, and draw attention to her slightly plus size. She happened to be sitting next to her 'Mini Me', which I'm assuming was her little? sister. Pretty sure it was her sister, since they had the same short, sweaty, haircut, and oddly shaped body, just 30 or so sizes smaller. It would appear she also let her husband out of the house for the first time this summer. He looked like a bulldog with a leprechaun body. The fact that he was wearing a forest green ball cap, matching shirt, and matching velcro tennis shoes just sealed the deal for me - he truly was a leprechaun! Back to the woman. She was barking orders to her little green man slave all evening. You could tell, she's queen of HER cul-de-sac! She not only yelled each player's name when he came to bat, but she also sang along, at the top of her lungs, every little snippet of a song that was played, and she continued to sing after the music had stopped! Maybe someone told her this was American Idol tryouts? Not only was she a singer, but a choreographer also. Every song was accompanied by a little dance that her and her DNA replica must have practiced for hours at home, to perform for us all tonight. She was up out of her seat so much, that someone from about six rows behind yelled, "Sit your ASS down"! Did I mention the ball game was sponsored by one of the Omaha mega churches? Obviously their parishioners don't appreciate two tons of disco, gettin' their groove on to, "Shake Your Booty", by KC and the Sunshine Band. We ended up the evening with YMCA. Perfect encore for the Fifth and Sixth, and maybe the Seventh and Eighth Dimensions. What's totally amazing is, I don't believe these two were drinking alcohol. I've heard of people like this, but thought it was old wives' tales. They must have spent about $200 in grocery money though. She had the little bulldog leprechaun man running to the concessions, what seemed like every inning, to get nachos, two funnel cakes, several sodas, and maybe a token pretzel, hot dog, and popcorn. Gotta keep those calories up while watching a baseball game! Please keep in mind, I'm not repulsed by folks who have a weight problem. I'm pushing maximum capacity on occasion myself. But why do people have to draw attention to themselves? They can be gods or goddesses, and if their acting like asses or she-asses, I'm still repulsed. Add 250 more pounds, and I'm even more repulsed, because there's more TO repulse. I guess I have a slight problem with people watching, and observing bizarre behavior. I did watch the game though. Royals won 8 - 4. Of course they did, they had "God" sponsoring their game tonight! They were playing the Las Vegas 51's. Everyone knows, anyone from Vegas is a sinner, and they didn't stand a chance:) The final redeeming factor of the whole peanut gallery baseball game, was the fireworks. I still get excited for fireworks!