So here’s the thing: I am one of those annoying people who hates to be late. If you combine that quality with my fondness for wearing a clean pair of pajamas every single night, making sure the beds are made before we go out of town, and refusing to cross-pollinate detergent brands, you’ll begin to understand why I’ve started (jokingly) thinking of myself as THE FREAK OF THE INTERNET.
Really, y’all should get me some sort of crown.
And because I always like to be early, last night I suggested to D. that we should probably leave our house between 7 and 7:30 this morning in order to be in Starkville for an 11:00 baseball game.
Starkville, by the way, is about two hours from our house.
But I like a buffer, you see.
D., however, did not share my sense of urgency in regards to our departure time, and as a result we didn’t get on the road until about 8:20. At that point we were so far behind my ideal schedule that I twitched all the way to the Mississippi / Alabama state line.
We only stopped once – for some breakfast about halfway between here and MSU (DRIVE THRU! DRIVE THRU! GOING INSIDE A RESTAURANT WASTES VALUABLE TIME! CHOP CHOP, FAMILY!) – but we didn’t get to campus until about 10:30. I was not at all comfortable with our time frame, because we needed to park the car AND pick up tickets from Will Call AND find somewhere to sit – all within thirty minutes.
In a crowd of over TWELVE THOUSAND PEOPLE.
Alex and I took care of getting the tickets while D. looked for a parking place. Fortunately he found a spot about twenty four miles from the baseball stadium, and it was just a little bit of a dream come true for him when he got to hike all the way back to the ticket gate where Alex and I were waiting in the 139 degree heat.
You know, outdoor spaces would really be so much more enjoyable if they were air conditioned.
D. made it to the stadium surprisingly quickly, and since we hadn’t gotten the chairback seats we initially requested (because there was such a high demand for tickets), we started looking for three seats in the general admission bleachers on the first base side.
Y’all, I am not kidding: those bleachers were so packed that you couldn’t have wedged a butterbean between any two people sitting side by side. There was literally nowhere to sit, and for about ten minutes I thought we had driven two hours so that we could crane our necks to see over the fence, look at the field, talk about how pretty it is, and then turn around and go home.
D. suggested that we try the other end of the stadium, and I was happy to comply because it required that we walk underneath the stadium overhang – which meant we were in the shade. Since it was only 110 in the shade, the trip to the other bleachers was refreshing, really.
Once we got to the third base side, we spotted an empty space on the bleacher steps. It wasn’t ideal, but it was, you know, A PLACE TO SIT, and the people around us were kind enough to let us obstruct their path to the concession stand. We stayed there for about five minutes, and then! It was a baseball miracle!
The woman on the row next to where we were sitting had to leave the game unexpectedly – apparently an elderly family member in another section of the stadium was having an issue with her legs swelling, which really wasn’t a surprise to me because it was, after all, about 263 degrees outside.
And I don’t know what all the lady who was leaving had beside her on the bleachers – her purse, a small cooler, a queen sized mattress, a refrigerator – but by the time she picked up all her belongings and left the area she had commandeered for half of the first inning, there was plenty of room for the three of us.
And we were happy.
We made it to the third inning before Alex started to say things like, “I’m HOT, Mama” and “I want to go back to the car” and “I don’t love baseball.” By this point it was about 322 degrees, and I promise you that MY KNEES WERE SWEATING. I started to look around to see if other people’s knees were also sweating, and I couldn’t help but notice that the woman sitting in front of me – she was about 70, I’m guessing – was in absolute perfect form.
First of all, she had obviously been to the beauty parlor before the game. Second, she had on long pants WITH HER SHIRT TUCKED IN. Third, her make-up still looked flawless; for all intents and purposes she looked like she was sitting on the beach in 72 degree weather. She did not even so much as glisten, and right there in those bleachers I said a prayer to God that I will be just like her when I get older.
Because I would prefer not to be a grandmother WHOSE KNEES SWEAT when she attends public sporting events.
But here’s the best part: somehow, despite the heat and the sweating and the throngs of people, we had a really great day together. Alex and I shared a snowcone while we chatted with other State fans; D. carried Alex on his shoulders while they walked around Left Field Lounge. And after the heat got to be too much, the three of us watched the end of the game while we ate lunch at The Grill – one of my favorite college-day haunts – where Alex experienced the joy of cheering loudly for his team in a restaurant packed with rowdy fans.
Also: WE WON!
Just imagine the additional fun we could’ve had if we had only gotten there at 9:30 – as per my original plan.
Of course, that extra hour in the heat would’ve sent me straight to one of the first aid tents located conveniently behind the grandstand seats.
But it would have been a heat stroke caused by overly-obsessive promptness, and that is an ailment badge that any FREAK OF THE INTERNET can wear with pride.

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