Yesterday was the ISU-Army game. Before I get to that, let's talk about the amazing game my Sega Saturn played against itself. Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I have my Sega Saturn play itself in a sports game. Yesterday, it was baseball--the San Diego Padres visiting the Houston Astros. At first, the game was pretty normal--the Padres tied it up at 4 in the top of the 6th--but it didn't stay that way. It was still tied at four after the 9th, so it went into extras. No score in the 10th, 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th, or 15th innings.....16th inning comes, and I noticed, "Hey, the announcer isn't saying what inning it is anymore. Guess they didn't expect a game to go this long." Still no score in the 16th, or the 17th, so the old "Let's play two" saying fit. Nobody scored in the 18th, 19th, 20th, 21st, 22nd, 23rd, or 24th innings. I started to wonder if it was going to be a "Let's play three" day. Finally, the Padres got 2 in the top of the 25th to make it 6-4. The bottom of the inning comes, and the Astros tied it back up at 6, with the final out coming because they tried to make a fly ball into very shallow center into a sac fly--the runner was out by about 10 feet. Both pitchers were exhausted, and there were no relievers left for either team, but still no score in the 26th, 27th, 28th, or 29th. The Padres failed to score in their half of the 30th, and the Astros finished them off with a one-out solo home run to make it 7-6 after 30 grueling innings. That would be a MLB record, beating the 26 inning game between Boston and Brooklyn on May 1, 1920.
Anyway, back to real life. I went to the game early, because I had volunteered to be there at 4:30--the game started at 6--to help a little with crowd control while they let the "Lil Cyclone Club" onto the field during the team's entrance. They gave us nice, pretty maps and told us that we would have to "walk" when a signal was given by the band..... There was no walking. As soon as we started moving forward, the kids--led by some of their parents--rushed the field, and I was left surrounded--I had started in a corner, lucky me. I WILL NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, unless I am given a promise that the kids--and some of the parents--will be given ketamine before they're allowed anywhere near the field....and that might still not be enough. But hey, I got to be on the field, and watch the opening kickoff from just outside the endzone.
The Cyclones won the game 31-10, thus matching Chizik's highest number of wins in his two seasons at ISU--why Auburn ever wanted him, I don't know--with 8 games left in the season. After the game, of course, comes STADIUM CLEANUP!!!!! They needed more blowers, and even though I had heard horror stories about it, I volunteered for it--better that than always bending over and actually having to touch the trash. I had been told that your back will ache after you're about half done, but my back was fine after we finished--maybe I'm not the best judge of that, though, for the first 3 years of high school, I carried all of my books in my backpack to every class. My legs were tired, but when you walk the length of the stadium about a dozen times, that'll happen.
On the way to the glorious reward of free pizza, some of us were talking. For some reason, I got us onto the topic of the earplugs--I'm random like that--and the girl in that small group said if she brought hers home, her son would want to play with them. I looked at her. "You have a son?" "I have three sons." I looked at her again. "You don't look old enough. I don't believe you." She said she was 18. My randomness popped up again, and I slipped into a Southern accent to say, "Well, I'm 23, and I ain't got no kids. But then, I ain't even done whatcha gotta do to get kids." She gaped at that. "You're a VIRGIN?!" I just nodded my head. "Sorry, I've never met a 23-year-old virgin before." "Well, now you have." Apparently, I'm a rare breed. Whatever.
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