A few years ago my husband and I took our grandson Mikey to a Seattle Mariner’s game. Oh, but
he was excited and I was determined to milk every moment of my super grandma
status for all it’s worth!
I had pried my purse strings open (painful as that is for me to do) and actually purchased
tickets to something.
After our arrival to the stadium and trudging up step after step to the nosebleed section I
realized, maybe I should have pried a little harder on those purse strings.
Sometimes you do get what you pay for and this was the case here. The nosebleed
section is called that for good reason. Honestly, I thought I may have heard the “Sound of Music” playing off in the distantce. I felt we were on a Swiss Alps, Bavarain kind of hike and I started to frantically search…
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