Take Me Out OF the Ballgame...

Last night I was at the ballpark for the Pirates-Yankees game in which the Pirates beat NY 12-5. Bows... thank you so much.

I was sitting in section 115 behind homeplate, enjoying the game when suddenly there was something two rows in front of me that took my attention...

A man in his late 50's or early 60's (i'd guess) started having an early onset stroke. His son was concerned and a kid we had dubbed "Mr. Obnoxious" stepped in to help. A doctor was called down from the section while the usher waived a yellow card for the paramedics to find the situation ASAP...

Here is the kind of funny part: The guy didn't seem at all phased by the fact that he was having a stroke. The doctor who was upholding his Hippocratic Oath kept asking the guy questions, to which he would nod, or shake his head, then... this was priceless... the guy having the stroke would lean around the crowd of assistance in front of him to see what was going on with the game...

The guy had a blood clot in his brain causing serious problems and he is thinking... "Boy, i hope that cheering means we just struck A-Rod out... better take a look."

Props to the people who helped him out... seriously. And kudos to the gentleman having the stroke as well. He seemed to calm, and collected as they strapped him to the stair stretcher, and then hobbled up the awkwardly spaced steps with him...

So, having described his general demeanor I don't think the following thought I had is ALL that sick... just a little.

They were getting him on the stretcher at the 7th inning break when we all stand and sing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame..."

all i could think was "Get me out of the ballgame, get me out of this crowd..."

yeah, i guess i have issues with humor...