Wrong Place Right Time

Smoking is a life saver.

A few years back I went to a baseball game with my dad, my little sister her husband and my wife. It was a warm summer evening in Hillsboro Oregon. It was your typical minor-league game On a quite enjoyable evening .

In about the third inning, my dad announced he was going to get a hotdog. If you read between the lines, probably searching out a secret place to smoke a cigarette. He did have a history, of getting lost on his little adventures.

He was gone for a short time, and suddenly a player hit a screaming foul ball headed towards our direction. He caught all of it and it came right towards us. I had my back turned and turned and watched the ballsmash into the middle of the seat where my dad was once sitting.

It happened really fast.

A few minutes later, my dad came back to his seat, with mustard on his hands, and asked what the big indentation was in the middle of the seat.