Yet miraculously, I don't usually sustain any real damage. The occasional strained back muscle and a constant collection of bruises notwithstanding, I am invincible.
Oh, but let me go to the minor league baseball game and it's all over.
Tank was walking behind the bench I was on (I had moved up a row to sit and talk with a friend, while Shawn stayed in back, talking to more friends). I reached out to playfully smack Tank on the rear and SLAMMED the back of my hand into the metal frame of the bench. I hit it right on the back side of my palm, at the base of the pointy finger. HOLY SH*T, that hurt. And now, it hurts to grasp anything or make a fist. I can't live through a day if I can't make a fist, people!! Oh, the humanity.
Well, despite my little pointy-finger drama, we had a great time. Our team won and Tank got to hug the team mascot twice. For years, Tank had a love/hate relationship with the mascot, but this year it's been pure love. He stalks the mascot, pantomiming that we should "sneak up" on him and attack unexpectedly with many hugs. Thank goodness the person inside the costume is a kind soul and patient with fixated toddlers!
So, all in all it was a great day. We didn't stay for the whole game, so we missed the "Sweet Caroline" audience sing-a-long and also missed the mascot dancing the Wobble. That alone is worth a trip to the ballpark!
There's not a video from the game online, but here's the dance. Just imagine a 6-foot bug doing it and you've pretty much got it:
Happy Monday...now go get your Wobble on!