The Devil went down to Dodger Stadium

Last night I went to a Dodgers game. They were playing the San Francisco giants. The last two times these teams played each other, someone got stabbed and someone got killed. So I was on red alert as far as pissing people off. I cheered for both teams, smiled with glee as I did the wave (actually-the wave really does make me happy!), and I made sure I didn’t bump into anyone. If someone by their own fault happened to bumped into me-I apologized profusely and offered them $5 for their trouble. The game was going great and all was well……….. except for the two devil boys sitting behind me. These kids were about 10ish, and all night they were jumping around and screaming trying to catch the beach balls and whacked them around. They ended up getting them around 57 times-no joke. I wished I had a pair of scissors so I could turn around and stab it every time they got it. They were pissing everyone off. This guy one row in front of me turned around to them and said “You guys paid $85 a seat to play with a beach ball?” Ha-ha. The ushers weren’t allowed to take the balls away from people and pop them, but if a ball goes to them, they have to pop it. There was this sweet adorable boy about 9ish sitting two rows in front of me, who the whole game was turned around looking at them with envy and trying to catch the ball himself. He never got it and his poor little face was just heart-broken. I made it my mission to get that freakin ball away from the devils spawn and hand it off to my lil sweetheart. About this time, revenge came to the devils in the stupidity of two 10 year old brains. They decided when they caught the balls; they’d let the air out of them and re-blow them back up. Are you with me? These were balls that they themselves did not bring or originally blow up. We had no idea where these came from or whose mouths had been on them. DISGUSTING!!! So I smiled with pleasure (no-actually I gawked with shock) as these boys placed their mouths on the blow part. At one point one of them said “Dude, we’re gonna get Swine Flu!” I wanted to turn and “No ship Sherlock! And you’ll probably get Herpes too!” But they continued on. I should probably tell you one of their Dads was sitting two seats away from them, and could care less what was going on…..freakin LA parents….so anyways the end of the game was coming and I had yet to get a ball for my angel boy in front of me. Finally the devils left early, and lo and behold! A beach ball fell right next to me! I picked it up and heard my angel say “Oh, me, me, me!!” I turned with a smile and handed it off to him saying “Here you go Sweetie!” (I was ready to adopt him!) Everything happen so fast then… my boy set the ball down, took off his glowing halo and white robes reveling red horns and a red spandex jumpsuit!! What the?!?! He grabbed the ball, banged it on the rail in front of him yelling out “Hey over here!” to the nearest usher. The usher walked over towards the ball the boy held out to him. When the usher was 2 steps away from grabbing it, Satan turned and smacked the ball directly into the face of the woman sitting one rows and two seats to the left behind him. I mean SMACKED it DIRECTLY into her face. I. Could. Not. Believe. What. Had. Just. Happened. There were no words. All I was able to do was murmur “what…? what…?” How this hidden devil deceived me! The woman was PISSED and stared at Lucifer. She had no words either. In fact, no body anywhere was saying anything. The boy had turned back around, his dad turned red and within 5 minutes-they were gone. I sat there thinking how ironic it was that I had come to the game prepared to protect myself from the adult psycho fans and LA gangsters, when I should have been on the look-out for the tween delinquents! Thank goodness for the fireworks at the end of them game, to take my mind off how close I’d been to Beelzebub and probably death all night…....oh-giants won.