Buy me Some Peanuts and Crackerjacks

Heritage Day dawned hot and humid with temps near 100 and no electricity- at least no electricity back in our small corner of Jackson Acres in Deltaville.  The lack of power, and therefore, the lack of AC, nearly sent me driving home earlier than planned.  But then I would have missed out on meeting up with Chesapeake Bay Woman- blogger extraordinaire.

We met up in the parking lot of the Deltaville Ballpark much like we did a couple of years ago when we met for the first time.  This time, I wasn't forced to drink wine out of a dirty Big Gulp cup.  I actually had a single serving bottle of wine. 

The game started and we admired the crab pot wire that was used to protect the fans from foul balls.  It's probably the only ball park that uses crab pot wire.  It's also an historical ball park in that it was built in the late 1940's (with help from my great-grandfather). You can check out these other posts about the Deltaville Ballpark here and here.

At one point we retired to the parking lot for some refreshments.

Please note this is not the single serving bottle of wine

It was at this time that Midge and I were admiring Waterman JP's very clean truck.  This discussion about his very clean truck lead to conversation about folding underwear.  In my world, that isn't such a leap.  It all speaks to anal retentiveness OCD tendencies being neat.  All this talk of clean trucks and underwear meant that Midge took it upon herself to poll other people in the parking lot about whether or not they folded their underwear (I really don't know where she gets it). 

This is the unsuspecting gentleman in the parking lot that Midge asked about folding his underwear. 

Some poor former Tides player was grilled asked about his undies.  Turns out he folds them.  Waterman JP happened to have a clean pair in his truck and demonstrated the proper underwear folding technique.   The Tides player agreed that was the way he folded them, and I had to agree that was also how my boyfriend folded them.  I'm certain underwear folding is more of a man thing.

 We went back into the game and spent the remaining 90 7 innings critiquing the game.  The Deltas unfortunately lost in extra innings.  I found it interesting that during the time we spent in the parking lot discussing underwear, the Deltas were winning 3-1 but once we returned they began to decline.

Maybe we were too distracting.