The Timber Rattlers announced that Scooter Gennett (former Rattler, now a Brewer) was rehabbing with them this weekend, and Friday was "Webkinz Cow Night" so we decided to go to the T-Rats game.
Timber Rattlers games are pretty inexpensive, especially compared to MLB games (I think Anna went to a Brewers game when she was little. Even the cheap seats at Brewers games are expensive). We decided to take the grass seat option-something we've never done-as the tickets were $6 instead of $12 for seats where we usually sit (the kind with backs and a cup holder). I ordered them online--Anna didn't want to go, so it was 4 tickets@$6=$24. Great. Until you tack on a $7 convenience fee just for the privilege of ordering a ticket online. And $5 to park. So we were essentially paying for 6 tickets for 4 people.
Whatever. It was still not a bad price for a night out.
So we get to the ballpark, and it's not nearly as busy as usual. Mind you, we always go on Star Wars night and sometimes go on Storybook Princess night. It was just Webkinz cow night, so we were ok. The stands were mostly empty.
We opted to sit in the grass seats by the Kidszone, because Emily wanted to play. This is when we found out that the Kidszone is actually $5. WTF? To jump in the bounce house and go down the inflatable slide. *sigh* Then the grass seats started to fill in.
I'm not one to put on airs. I have my white trash roots, and I am always a pay check away from white trash (or homelessness in some cases). On any given day I am white trash. But what a motley crue in the grass seats!
There was every kid in the ballpark running around, pushing and shoving, flying down the hill at 80 miles an hour toward the cement barrier with parents sitting on blankets ignoring the shit out of them while they drank their Jack Daniels Lynchburg Lemonades. In addition to every kid in the ballpark, we came on "The local Junior High choir sings the national anthem" night, so even though they had seats (with backs I'm assuming) they all invited their friends and were hanging in the cheapseats, mostly standing and talking to each other and taking selfies. In front of us was a preteen who spent the entire time we were there taking pictures of herself on her phone with the field in the background. Combine that with the people who were just there to pound beers, and it was the dirt mall of the ballpark.
I did get to take this nice picture though:
I'm not a snob about most things. I drive old cars, live in old houses, shop at the Goodwill (not because it's trendy; because it's cheap). But I won't sit in the grass seats again.