That was a major motivation for Ben, David, Cory and I going to a Bees baseball game with 30 or so of Ben’s LDS Business College friends. It’s only the third baseball game I’ve been to in my life — the first a high school game and the second a Provo Angels (a minor league team) game.

The national anthem was sung by an eight year old kid who had an amazing voice. Eyes closed, I would have sworn an adult was singing, an adult with ten years of professional voice training. Good job kid!

We sat in the back row of the nosebleed section, which was ok, given our free ticket status and, in fact, I liked the panoramic view it provided. Unfortunately, when the Bees Girls (baseball cheerleaders?) came out to throw free Frisbees and tee shirts into the crowd, they were unable to reach us. It was the combination of how far up we were and that they all threw like girls. One poorly executed throw actually resulted in the tee shirt landing behind the Bees Girl in the baseball field. Not-so-good job. Oh, and David got his picture taken with a Bees Girl named Stephanie.

All that sitting and watching grown men play a kid’s game all seriously as if they had real jobs, reminded me that I too was irresponsible and had missed dinner. I climbed down from the stands and headed to the concessions. I ordered a $3.75 hot dog and a $2.50 large drink and the lady asked me for a total of $4.00. Perplexed, I counted out the four bills and smothering my hot dog in ketchup, headed back out to spectate.

Following suit, David left to order a medium drink at the counter. After purchasing the beverage and returning to the stands, he realized that he had been short-changed by that same vendor lady, resulting in his drink costing $7.00. I guess that that’s karma, the age old cosmic principle of making things right in the end. You don’t have to be Hindu to understand it. What goes around comes around.