more tea, please.

The Jenn Mac packing experience: throw as much stuff in your bag as quick as possible.  I have no game plan.  No preperation. Absolutely no strategy. So, when I asked Dallas Thursday morning  what the temps were in Oklahoma, he said 80 degrees.  Easy enough, right?  I made the mistake of freezing my bootie (pronounced boot-tay) off in ABQ, I was not doing it this time.  

On the contrary, my well planned outfit last night was topped off with one of Dallas' big jackets. It's a statement, people. (Notice I left out the word fashion.) The temperatures dropped as the sun went down.  It was a fun game, though. Tied for a long time. I was worried towards the end, we were going to take it into extra innings. Here's the scoop on extra innings. Wanna hear it? Of course you do.  It doesn't matter if you're in low A, AAA or the big leagues.  A wife or a girlfriend. The girls all feel the same. If we controlled the world, none of us, not a single one, would allow extra innings.  Hands down, doesn't matter.  It's secret code. Deep down, as the ninth inning approaches during a tied game, we begin to cheer for either dugout.  Loyalty goes out the window.  We have one goal: Finish this game in nine innings and under 3 hours.  We are ready for quality time with our sweeties and some good grub.  

Seldom do you run into problems with this theory.  I try and position myself no where near the closer's wife if the opposing team scores a few runs to get the lead.  Likewise, bottom of the ninth and we're trying to tie it up...I'm gonna need three up, three down people.

I want everyone to do great.  Their personal best.  I just need it in a timely manner.  That's all. 

To get back to my initial paragraph. To help myself through the chill last night I drank a gallon of Starbucks green tea.  By the end of the game, I was warm and annoyingly hyper.  I even averted to sneaking it in the ballpark under my jacket.  I was wired. Good for Jenn.  But poor Dallas after the game. 

Today, Dallas and I enjoyed some breakfast and then headed to the Oklahoma City Memorial.  I was not at all prepared for how tough that would be.  I was a junior in high school, so I remember bits and pieces.  We walked around the memorial, then toured the museum.  Seeing the children's faces that died during the pointless tragedy was horrific.  Being a mother made it all hit too close.  Not really something to visit while you are away from your gift.  It was a very emotional day.  However, I am very glad we reflect on the lives lost. 

Game tonight.  A couple of the wives are meeting up in the restaurant at the park.  Much better idea than sitting in the stands.  For their sake, I'll try and lay off the caffeine.