My mom scored awesome seats for a Rangers game one fine evening and invited her children and their families to go. We were psyched!
We settled into our seats and became engrossed in the game as the first inning began. The Tigers were up first. The Ranger's pitcher began to deliver his pitches with surity or so we thought. Unfortunately, something was terribly wrong with his pitches that night as the Tiger lineup scored point after frustrating point in the first inning.
Six points later, we all sat glumly in our seats. Son #1 peered at the scoreboard, turned to my husband, and asked. "Why do the Rangers keep helping them score?!?"
My husband and I rolled with laughter.
Why indeed! We couldn't figure it out either.
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