7/15/08 HEY DORIS!!! IT'S GAME NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spokane Indians date night. Nothing like a night at the ballpark in the summer...hot dogs, peanuts, nachos, ice cream sandwiches and a kid in front of us who ate at least 4 of each... by himself .... aggressively. It was also free hat night for the first 1000 people through the gate, so we got there fairly early and scored hats for Spence and I. There was a gal sitting behind us who provided as much entertainment as the game ever could have. She only had one volume....LOUD. I think she had Voice Immodulation Syndrome, where you can't control the tone or volume of your voice. (see Will Ferrell on Saturday Night Live :) She randomly spouted obscenities, gyrated to the PA music during nearly every mid-inning break like she was trying to pass a kidney stone and talked to her friend Doris (who was seated right next to her) like she was in Couer d'Alene. At one point, after a foul ball flew about 20ft over our heads in the general vicinity of where we were sitting, she screamed to whomever she was talking to on her cell phone: "OH MY GOD. A FOUL BALL ALMOST TOOK MY HEAD OFF JUST NOW!"