We All Scream for Ice Cream
I have a note to anyone who goes to Dodger Stadium. If you have a seat in the front of a section, MAKE SURE YOU DON’T LET YOUR TRASH FALL OVER THE LEDGE.
In Wednesday’s rubber game against the Rockies, I was sitting in the field level in right field right behind the foul pole. I became distinctly aware of the loge section right above me in the seventh inning when someone’s discarded soft-serve cup fell and landed on my head. ON MY HEAD.
As an admitted potty mouth, I don’t like cussing at the stadium because of the presence of kids. I expect kids to act behaved, and if I don’t provide an example how can I expect them to be respectful? All that went out the door when I went from calm to ghetto in 1.4 seconds. If it weren’t for the security person-man and my three friends, I would’ve gone up to the Loge section and thrown down.
Moral of the story: I will forever cherish my top deck seats.