So I went to this Royals game yesterday, totally pumped to see some baseball. My buddy bet me two beers I couldn’t catch a foul ball. Spoiler: I lost.
Getting There & Setup
Dragged my lazy cousin outta bed at 9 AM. Took forever just to find parking. Stadium was already packed like sardines when we showed up. Found our nosebleed seats right as they announced the “special guest” for the first pitch. Some local weather guy, apparently. My cousin goes, “Betcha five bucks he chucks it into the stands.”
The Grand Mess-Up
Dude walks out, all smiles and waves. Windup looks… weird. Like he’s trying to swat a fly. Then BAM. The ball goes:
- Straight up like a pop fly—maybe 20 feet high?
- Comes crashing down behind him. Pitcher just stares.
- Rolls right past the mascot’s giant furry feet.
Catcher had to jog over and pick it up. Whole stadium went dead silent for like… two whole seconds. Then EVERYONE lost it. Even the players were cracking up behind their gloves. That weather guy just froze there, redder than the Royals’ hats.
Aftermath & Our Stupid Bet
My cousin nearly choked on his hot dog laughing. Took five minutes just to stop wheezing. Then he slaps my arm: “Pay up, genius! Told ya!” Handed him a crumpled five from my jeans. Even the Jumbotron replayed the mess three times while the poor guy scrambled off the field. Saw him later chugging a giant soda in the VIP section—probably needed it.
Would I sit through three hours of parking lot traffic again just to see a grown man yeet a baseball into the ground? Absolutely. Still haven’t seen a foul ball though.
