Back on another home stand, after about ten days off, well not really off I was working, but no games. One tarp so far, but I have ranted enough about tarp. It started off as a good week, but it has quickly spiraled downward for me. To start it off let me explain how much I love theme nights, they are fun to plan and see all come together, with fun stuff on the concourse, decorations, dressing up and cool stuff on the score board they make the night come alive. With that being said they may be death of me.
I thought I had a great idea and I was making signs to put at the front of the gates, the problem is the gates are wind tunnels. I being a girl and it was nice warm day decided on a skirt for the day, its not so easy to bend and move and have quick reactions in one. So the wind blows my sign down and just missed my foot, phew. Here is a great idea put it back in the same spot, the same way, with the same amount of wind, it will stay now! As expected it flew off this time on my ankle and surprisingly white boards bounce and sliced my leg open! Being as I lost my girly, damsel in distress title as soon as I started working in sports, no one ran to my rescue. They all just pointed and laughed... not cool.... I made it through the rest of the day with out incedent and found a sweet spider man band aid.
Fast forward to the next day... another fun theme night where we let dogs into the Ballpark, sounds great. I decided to help do one of our skits with kids on the field in a hot dog suite... yup this is what I went to college for. After the skit I took a lap around the concourse still dressed as a hot dog and around home plate I hear a growling, I turned to look around see what it was, it was a giant dog in mid air with jaw open looking to take a chunk out of the giant hot dog in front of it, instead it got my arm. I yelled "********" looked and it was coming back out me so I sprinted as fast as my hot dog legs could carry me. No need to stick around and see what would happen, I value my life. I ran into the office kind of in a panic A.) a dog just bit me B.) that really hurts and C.) I thought it had my sent and would find me. Again do I get any kind of sympathy, no, just laughter, and hey if your foaming at the mouth dont come in tomorrow. I have no intention of ever putting that hot dog suite on again!!
Yup thats what its like to be a girl in minor league sports!
KC***********
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