Took My Muse Out to the Ball Game

Went to my first baseball game in at least five years today. Had the requisite Dodger dog and relished it. (Sorry for the bad pun but I just couldn't help it.)

The Dodgers lost to the Mets 12 to 1. Ouch. But I had a great time anyway. So maybe I no longer know anyone who is on the team. So maybe I don't even care anymore. But I do love the hum of the crowd, the babies, the fans in regalia, the hawkers, and the opportunity to boos and cheer as loud as I want.

You can tell by the picture, we sat in nosebleed, but the seats were still prime. The game was at just the right downward angle so that I could watch and knit at the same time without too much trouble. Okay, so I made a few mistakes but I caught them right away.

And I got an idea for a new story. I guess the Muse liked the Dodgers just fine, even though they were doing so badly. It wasn't the whole story, just a tickle--a main character and a modus operandi, but that's always a start for me. Except that I am not allowed to start doing anything with that idea. It needs to take its place in the queue because I've got lots of stories ahead of it. Lots and lots.