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Live from Buffalo
Jul. 9th, 2005 | 06:38 am
mood: 
cranky
Or Barffalo, as Maria so eloquently puts it. Yesterday was a total bust. Everything that could go wrong, did. In the morning, my sister Brianna decided that she wasn't going to leave until exactly 11:30 so that she could maximize her time on msn. After my mom and I yelled at her she finally got up, but as she rounded the corner she shoved me, making me topple on my bad ankle, and causing me extreme pain. Then, finally on the road, we got stuck in a border traffic jam at the Peace Bridge, only to be proceeded by a 45 minute looping session where we couldn't find the damn road we were looking for due to horrible, horrible directions. Once finally at the hotel, we asked if there was a bigger room so that we could have some R and R, and the woman said no, yet other members of the team (who came afterwards) had far superior rooms, and I later found out that this place has jacuzzi suites to boot.
After dropping off our stuff in our hole of a room, we decided that some across-the-border shopping was exactly what we needed to lift our spirits. Heading over to the McKinnley mall, Sarah and I found some great buys, including capri coaching pants and black coaching shirts. We also found a pair of side-string pants that we each LOVED, for just ten bucks plus an extra 25% off! We decided to suck up our pride and each get a pair, later co-ordinating who had custody of which days. But to my horror, when I got to the cash, the woman rang them in as $39.99. Apparently, even though these size sevens that I had in my hands were the exact same pant as the size three on the sale rack (EXACT SAME, down to the last stitch), mine were the new season and the rack was the old season. The woman KINDLY showed us the difference in the bar code numbers. Silly me, why didn't I see that in the first place?
But the icing on the cake came once we got to the park. First of all, the park is situated on an old army practice range. There are three diamonds, and whoever designed them definitely cheaped out, since the fence only extends as far as the backstop. Under normal circumstances this would be manageable. Unfortunately, the setup was such that any foul ball hit would launch itself onto another diamond, and the girls couldn't even sit in the dugout without their helmets on due to fear of injury. Then, after the coin toss and the standard ump pickup lines thrown at Sarah and I, we only got to play two complete innings before a lighting storm hit. Unfortunately we were down 4-0 when it started and it was showing no signs of letting up. The convener called the game stet, and no makeup would be played, despite our $450 entrance fee.
By ten-thirty mom, sarah and I were deep into the coolers we had brought, as was every other parent on the team.
On the bright side, today can only get better...
After dropping off our stuff in our hole of a room, we decided that some across-the-border shopping was exactly what we needed to lift our spirits. Heading over to the McKinnley mall, Sarah and I found some great buys, including capri coaching pants and black coaching shirts. We also found a pair of side-string pants that we each LOVED, for just ten bucks plus an extra 25% off! We decided to suck up our pride and each get a pair, later co-ordinating who had custody of which days. But to my horror, when I got to the cash, the woman rang them in as $39.99. Apparently, even though these size sevens that I had in my hands were the exact same pant as the size three on the sale rack (EXACT SAME, down to the last stitch), mine were the new season and the rack was the old season. The woman KINDLY showed us the difference in the bar code numbers. Silly me, why didn't I see that in the first place?
But the icing on the cake came once we got to the park. First of all, the park is situated on an old army practice range. There are three diamonds, and whoever designed them definitely cheaped out, since the fence only extends as far as the backstop. Under normal circumstances this would be manageable. Unfortunately, the setup was such that any foul ball hit would launch itself onto another diamond, and the girls couldn't even sit in the dugout without their helmets on due to fear of injury. Then, after the coin toss and the standard ump pickup lines thrown at Sarah and I, we only got to play two complete innings before a lighting storm hit. Unfortunately we were down 4-0 when it started and it was showing no signs of letting up. The convener called the game stet, and no makeup would be played, despite our $450 entrance fee.
By ten-thirty mom, sarah and I were deep into the coolers we had brought, as was every other parent on the team.
On the bright side, today can only get better...