Clay volunteered to record stats for the girls basketball team this year. The coach gave gave him a computer program that he uses during the game. According to Clay, the program is a bit cumbersome, like moving an Army tank through a corn maze.
This is where I come in the picture.
I sit by Clay and tell him which girls are checking in and out of the game so he can click on their names quickly and get back to recording the game. It’s good for me to have something to do during the game because,
Me + Sports = Miserable.
So, there I am sitting by my husband on the front row next to the clock dude and the other stats person doing my little duty by leaning close to Clay and listing off the girls coming in and out of the game.
Ellen and Casey in, Becky and Kaley out.
Kirsten in for Tayler. Hannah in for Brittany.
During half time Clay requested a soda and some popcorn because the man can’t go more than a couple hours without something to eat. Unfortunately, he can’t really eat or drink during the game because his hands are tied to the computer entering all the plays. But, I can eat and drink just as much as I please.
Do any of you have trouble after you eat popcorn? Just wondering.
I try to stay away from popcorn, far, far away. But, if it’s next to me, I eat it. No, I inhale it. I think that’s why I have a problem. I eat it so fast I don’t allow any of the puffed air to escape until, um, er, uh, after I eat it.
When Clay passed his bag of popcorn to me I started cramming it in my mouth as fast as I could. After a few minutes I leaned over to Clay and said, “Wow, I can already feel this popcorn workin‘ on my stomach, gimme your soda”.
Becky and Anna in, Ellen and Kirsten out.
Gulping soda, cramming popcorn.
Tayler in for Hannah.
More popcorn, more soda.
Ellen and Anna in for Becky and Kirsten.
then it happened….
In the future, for the sake of those around you, let’s try to remember;
Please don’t feed it popcorn.