I don’t want this age to ever end!
That ended before it started. Here in the Skipahsphere, summer is officially over. Miss Madison and her troopers all start school this week, and Sloane starts next week. So why not blow it out one more weekend like only we know how!
Due to my janitorial arrangement (that’s custodial agreement, family law dog) I didn’t get the blonde bomber until Sunday. That didn’t stop Miss Madison and I from taking the junior BRAT rat pack sans one to take in a ball game at Victory Field in Indianapolis on Friday night. Since Miss Madison knows all the secret handshake rituals with the Indiana State Teachers Association and it was protest ALEC’S National Conference meeting in Indianapolis week, we were treated with complimentary tickets to the scintillating tilt between the Indianapolis Indians vs. the Norfolk Tides. Since neither of these teams has a damn thing to do with the Cincinnati Reds, I was only interested in taking in a cool evening at the yard and eating my weight in groceries.
Take me out to the ball game!
The teacher’s union was promoting #protectpubliced, I was promoting the local economy. Me being no stranger to minor league ballparks since I live within a stone’s throw of Louisville Slugger Field and the Louisville Riverbats, I was curious to see how Victory Field stacked up (never heard a bad thing about the place). In terms of ballpark experience, it is top notch. Indianapolis has had many a hall of famer suit up for the franchise in their history, and there is plenty of recognition throughout the park honoring them. The Indy skyline as a backdrop also made for a most pleasant experience.
Thankfully I hit a home run with present company.
However, the concessions at the park sucked! Other than the Build-A-Burger stand, I’ve had better food (and much cheaper) at a spoiled Spam cook-off. The hot dogs would make Joey Chestnut want to retire from competitive eating! Never fear though, we all had a good time, the game went 12 innings, and the kids got to enjoy the post-game fireworks while I was on the verge of checking my eyelids for holes. This was probably the first and last time I stay 12 innings at a minor league baseball game that doesn’t involve direct family members playing. Although I did get to see Carl Yastrzemski’s grandson play, evidently he doesn’t hit bat like his gramps. I don’t think grandpa was ever hitting .226 in Triple A. We bid adieu to the Circle City temporarily, as we had bigger fish to fry in this city in the not so distant future.
Miss Madison and I said our goodbyes on Saturday as she let me participate in the first annual SKIPAH WANTS FULL CUSTODY poker charity event back in my home town of New Albany. Unfortunately, my poker skills were rustier than the overstock of nails at an area Lowes, and I wasn’t able to add to the legal fund. No worries, it was a good time with old friends, and actually felt good to be an “adult” for an evening with my peers. As for the newfound charity, I’m bouncing around some ideas, because my daughter is sick and tired of living in boredom U.S.A. and I promised her I would do all I can to make sure she starts the fifth grade next year with me taking her to school.
By the end of the night those stacks weren’t nearly as tall.
She promised me she would keep up her end of the bargain and do well in the 4th grade this year. I’m trying to get her signed up for Girl Scouts, the local academic squad, and technology club this year. Her Girl Scout prowess is well documented, she’s smarter than the average bear, and her technology skills are well on her way to earning her a Google ninja badge! This will be no small feat for me since I am going to have do this remotely, because I’m pretty sure the Evil Empire is going to block me all they can when it comes to furthering my daughter’s academic/social advancement. Stay tuned, it’s going to be a hell of ride for the next nine months!
Ok, got on a tangent there, back to the story. Sunday was the grand finale to an otherwise glorious weekend. Miss Madison and I were taking the girls to a concert! This was going to be Sloane’s first ever, and after the last concert Miss Madison went to with Miss Madison Jr., they insisted I come instead of burning down the backyard. While not exactly the Bee Gees live at Wembley, we were greatly entertained at the Gwen Stefani concert at the Klipsch Music Center (Deer Creek for native Hoosiers), Miss Madison is a concert professional, I’ve been to my share, Sloane took to the concert atmosphere like a fish in water and is now wanting to see Jimmy Buffett as soon as possible. Which I fully intend to make that dream come true next year!
The Guy (pun intended) is everywhere anymore!
I had no idea Sloane was channeling her inner hippie for her first concert!
Not too shabby hearing her live, definitely not a product of auto-tune.
I need to check with local Indy weed dealers on what is hot right now, because I didn’t know Gwen Stefani brought out the finest and funkiest of marijuana strands. I think we all were a little giddy by the end of the night from second hand inhaling of Mexican Spider Bud, The Shit that Killed Elvis, Authentic Californian Medicinal, and whatever other strands of the hippie lettuce were being toked on. I only know of these because of the internet….pinky promise! I don’t know how the corn and soybean crop is going to be this year in Hoosier land, but the cannabis consortium seems to be doing just fine.
About it for tonight, Sloane and I have a few more days of action packed fun to see to before I send her off to the fourth grade. Too say this was a most memorable summer would be an understatement. We didn’t make it to the Taste of Chicago or St. Louis like originally planned but time and finances can kick you in the rear at times. I’ll take the Pepsi Taste Test Challenge for father of the year for using the summer to fully enjoy my daughter time against anyone else that has a b.s. custody arrangement that their child hates. Now off to get those fliers printed for my next adventure in fundraising to get my daughter back permanetly!