The Falling Down Prophecies

So Saturday I went out for my friend's birthday BBQ/Softball Tournament. Because we were at Douglas Park, we had to bring our own folding chair. I grabbed the one that I acquired one year for Houseboating. It's small, I bought it at Superstore and was about 5 dollars. The thing is a five dollar chair looks like a five dollar chair and what does that look like you ask? Well, let me tell you.... It's small.. It's one of those really low ones to the ground that are ideal for the beach as you can bury it into the sand & lounge quite nicely with a back rest.

So when I arrived at the park, I got a couple of jabs about the chair. More specifically I was asked if the chair was for my children. I take the abuse and add to the fodder by stating "Hey, I like this chair because I don't have far to fall... "

Not ten minutes later, there I was sprawled out on the blanket next to me with my beer everywhere & a giggling Loucamotive in the background.

Yes, we are sitting just behind the foul line so as the guys kept practicing hitting the occasional stray ball would come flying. I was talking on the phone when I saw a ball get lopped over the fence & I frantically screamed out "Watch out! Watch out!" except, I don't move. No, with one hand up to my ear, & one hand holding my beer, I manage to lean to get out of the way. (Cuz the ball would see that and not hit me?) Except it looked like it was coming at me and so I had to lean further and further as the low lying chair is quite difficult to get out of & yea well, gravity won. At least I was right... I didn't have far to fall.