the jumbotron made me cry.
you might have heard last week (when i squawked about it multiple times) that Mister Man and i got to go to the twins baseball game over the weekend. the best part was that thanks to his wonderful boss, we were able to sit in what i like to call the "fancy seats". they're the seats right behind home plate, and let me tell you, they are SWANKY.the leather seats are cushy, like your favorite chair, which would be enough for me, because baseball field seats are NEVER comfortable. but on top of these amazing chairs, there are waitresses who stop by your seats every so often to see if you need anything to drink. but you don't have to pay for the drinks. you can have all the beer, wine and hot chocolate your little heart desires!
and as if the free drinks weren't enough, there is a restaurant below the seats, with MULTIPLE BUFFETS you can visit and gorge yourself on. there were cheese plates (plural!), a taco stand, salads, meats, popcorn, hot dogs, ice cream and nachos! all free! and then the candy bar. don't even get me started. free candy you could put into little chinese takeout containers (and then into your purse for later)?? pinch me. it was like willy wonka's chocolate factory, but with baseball and booze. 
like all baseball games, they do a kiss cam around inning 5, and this game was no different. on that big jumbotron you see behind us in that photo, they put the camera on different couples so they can smooch and be either adorable or disgusting. well, they started out with the MOST adorable couple in the whole world: a woman celebrating her 88th birthday and her husband. she had on dangly baseball earrings and a baseball hat, and there were signs saying happy birthday all around her. as soon as she and her husband realized they were on camera, they turned and gave each other the loveliest smooch on the lips.and that's when it happened. when they pulled back, the man's face started to scrunch up and i realized what he was doing.he was CRYING. of HAPPINESS.now, i am not a crier. if i'm frustrated at work, sure, it happens, but i tend to be pretty stoic and don't shed tears very often. but there is something about old men tears that just turns me into a puddle of emotions on the floor. i can't help but think about what they could be feeling, these men who probably fought in a war at some point, to make them cry in public.so when i saw this man openly crying on the jumbotron, out of happiness that he and his 88-year old wife got on the kiss cam while watching their favorite baseball team play, i lost it. and i don't mean that i delicately teared up and dabbed at my eyes with my napkin. no, first i teared up, then i started to bawl. we're talking tears rolling down my face, mascara everywhere, snotting into my beverage, right there in my cushy seat behind home plate.
now, Mister Man was a little concerned that i was having some sort of panic attack (justifiably, because i couldn't stop crying). i just kept thinking about the man on the jumbotron and how darling he was and how true love is everything and hopefully we make it to that point in our lives and LIFE IS SO SHORT!hey erin, kind of heavy for a baseball game, don't you think?i eventually calmed down enough to enjoy the baseball game. i'm not sure if anyone saw my breakdown and i'm still not entirely sure what caused me to react so strongly to the crying man. all i know is that the jumbotron made me cry at a baseball game, and for that, i will never forgive it.
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