Have you ever watched sports highlights and seen the naked streaker dash across the field?
I was sitting at my son's high school baseball game yesterday. In typical Seattle fashion, the weather was alternating between rain showers, drizzle, sun breaks and down pours. At the moment in question, there was a light shower going on. To give that some relativity, it was about 48 degrees out. I had on two sweaters, a raincoat, a blanket and was sitting under a canopy.
The visiting team was in the field, we had one guy on first base and our second batter was up.
They came on from right field. Streaker Number 1, Number 2 and Number 3. All three were wearing masks and man thongs. Number 1 spiced things up with a furry hat with horns and his thong was a bright shade of red.
As they dashed onto the field, Number 1 led the pack, with Number 2 not far behind. Number 3, though, he was having a tough go of it. About 10-15 feet onto the field, he lost his nerve, turned around and ran right back from wherever he'd come from. About halfway to center field, Number 2 paused, started back, changed his mind and kept going forward, then changed his mind again and started back the way he came.
Number 1 made it all the way to center field, realized there was not a gate or break in the fence to escape from, looked at everyone at the game and sprinted back the way he came.
Laughs bubbled up around me in the stands. I looked at the faces of the players on the field and they were laughing, too. I glanced over my left shoulder. The AD (that's the Athletic Director - the very same one that rules my son's school with an iron fist) sat with a smile on her face. As the laughter died down, she simply said, "I have no doubt I'll know their names by 9:00 tonight." And you know what? I have no doubt either. That woman is scary effective at her job, and apparently the job of the principal, too. I've seen her pick a kid out of a crowd of 300 with a point of her finger to have him remove a hat with a logo that was against school rules. I've also seen her quiet a crowd of the same number with nothing more than a look. Scary effective.
I texted Hubs a brief summary of events. He sent two quick responses:
I burst out laughing, had to explain myself to the mom next to me, who also burst out laughing.
Harmless high school hijinks make me laugh. Unlike the bomb threat scrawled on the boys' bathroom wall that resulted in an evacuation of the school earlier that day. Not so funny. And not so harmless. But that's another story for another day.
Streakers (covered with thongs)? Well, it still makes me laugh.