When we go to a White Sox game, this is always my favorite part:
It's what I call Pre-Game Entertainment--but my family just views it as the grounds crew watering the field. Sigh.
I love to watch the Sod Father watering the dirt, while his crew backs him up wholeheartedly, carrying the hose just so. I love how they never let the hose tangle or drag on the wet soil, screwing up the precision-raked infield. I love how they don't scream at each other "I need more hose!" or "It's caught on this rock!". And there's never the embarrassing "Turn ON the WATER!!"..... "WHAT?!"..... "TURN ON THE WATER!!". Sheesh.
I watch these guys, enviously, every single time we go to a game. And I wonder why my family can't support me like this when I water. I mean, these guys have it mastered--why can't my knuckleheads?? It can't be that hard, can it?
So, while my family is snarfing down hot dogs and cotton candy, I'm pointing out proper hose-carrying techniques and protocol for assisting the Sod Father. They all pretend that they are listening, but I know the aren't really. I'm just doomed to work with fools when it comes to the hose.
And the best part?
When the Sod Father is done watering, he just drops the hose and walks back to the exit. There is no fighting with the hose mobile or wrastlin' with the hose. Nope. That's what his assistants are for--they just put that hose away with no snarky faces or snide comments. Sigh.
I'm truly envious.