I think the best part about working in the deck stand was the way we all got along. It felt more like a family working together than a group of strangers. Of course, we did have a number of actual relatives working together: my sister and I, our supervisor and her grandson, and two other mother-daughter teams. We didn’t know each other when we all started working together, but halfway through the summer we had become a close-knit group.
The best part about our group at the deck was the fact that we treated each other like family. We celebrated a couple of birthdays over the seasons we were together (complete with cake and candles!), more than one graduation card was given out, and we provided support for each other when hardships arose. A group of us even wanted to pose as grandchildren during Grandparents Day and introduce our supervisor on the field; even though she already had plenty of grandchildren and didn’t need any more. She treated us like grandchildren, but still kept us in line when she thought we weren’t focused on work.
We even argued like family. I distinctly remember when one person got so angry, he stormed out of the stand. In true sibling fashion, we decided to retaliate by hanging his name badge from the ceiling beams of the stand. Although he was mad, and did not appreciate the fact that he could not reach his name badge, he ended up apologizing and we all laughed about it afterward.
After nearly three seasons together, our group was closer than ever. We even went out to lunch or dinner on more than one occasion and we became a somewhat exclusive group. It’s not that we were rude to any new person who may have come in to the stand, but we had the type of relationship that couldn’t be built in one night.
In the end, the group was split up as people left each summer and others were moved to different stands. Even so, a few of us still talk from time to time and reminisce about the great times we had that can never be replaced.
One of the best things to do while at a baseball game, aside from watching the actual game, is watching the fans at the ballpark. This type of entertainment is known as “people watching.” By this I mean in a non-stalker and perfectly casual way of watching fans as they move from point A to point B.
From our location on the Coors Light deck in left field, we had the perfect vantage point for people watching when we weren’t busy selling food. We saw a large number of adorable children with their families, sitting at the picnic tables or walking back and forth along the wooden boards of the deck trying not to step on the cracks. We also watched a number of young adult fans who were having such a good time that it was a shame that they probably didn’t remember any of it the next morning. It is always interesting to see the types of people who come out to each game, but there is one people watching experience that I will never forget.
It was later in a game and we had already closed down one window of the stand because it wasn’t very busy. I was standing at the window that was closed with my sister, our stand supervisor, and one of the other girls we worked with. We were just standing and talking while we watched people walk by. Eventually one of us, I can’t remember who, noticed something funny about someone waiting in line to order. He had an odd pattern of faded brown spots on the front of one leg of his shorts. Of course we all began to discuss the odd-looking shorts; wondering if they were stained or if they were made with brown spots on the front.
Following roughly five minutes of discussing the shorts, my sister and I realized that we knew the person who was wearing them. After informing the other two and realizing that our supervisor also knew him, we debated asking him about his shorts. Our supervisor asked us to remind her what his name was and not thinking, we told her. Next thing we knew, she was calling him over to the window. Let me just say, I have never seen three people hit the floor as quickly as my sister, the other girl, and I did. He did not see us when he came to the window and our supervisor didn’t tell him we were there, but we forgot about the fact that we were right in front of the door to the stand which was wide open. He did see us as he walked away; he just gave us a strange look and shook his head.
After he left we continued to laugh about it for the rest of the night, especially when we told the story to everyone else in the stand. My sister and I still laugh when we talk about it and I am sure that it will remain the most memorable people watching experience that I have had for a long time.