I went to my first Royals game of the year tonight. My goal for the year is 20 games, so if you’re in the KC metro and hankering for some Royals, hit me up.
It was a good time.
That new HD scoreboard is pretty sweet. They throw lots of information up there. It’ll take me awhile to learn exactly where to look on the thing for the right info.
My attention moved quickly from the game to the Chipotle brewing in my stomach. I would need to drop a serious bomb in the public restroom at Kauffman Stadium.
Until the last couple of years, all of the men’s restrooms at Kauffman Stadium had troughs instead of urinals. We’d all line up like animals to relieve our bladders full of $7 beers.
I thought they had put urinals with dividers in all the men’s restrooms, but the one I ended up at still had the troughs. An apparent side effect of the trough restroom is more men using the stalls to pee – the only way to prevent getting “sized up” at the trough.
There were two stalls, both occupied by pissers, in this restroom. This spelled trouble. Not only would I have to drop a deuce in here, I would have to stand and wait with a look of “I need to poo” on my face as other people walked to the troughs.
There’s nothing like wiping half-a-game’s worth of piss and a loogie (I hope that’s what it was) off the toilet seat while your bowels tremble in anticipation of sitting on it. I feel dirty. At least I got in there before the rain delay.
There’s always a solution to waiting for one of the two stalls. If you REALLY have to go, drop the deuce in the trough. I’m not sure how you’d clean up afterwards, but that’s the sure way to get a little privacy in those zoos they call restrooms. Think of it…everyone would clear out once you dropped trou’ and started backing up to that trough.
If I wouldn’t get arrested afterward, I’d be all over that.
Can’t wait to get back and go to a game.
Count Katie and I in for a couple this summer.
Cool. I expect you to sneak in a flask of Jim Beam.