Buy me some peanuts and crackerjacks.

Peanuts from the sky.
It was a balmy weekday evening and the Los Angeles Angels were playing at Dodger stadium. We had box seats just behind and a bit left of Homeplate. Temperature was about 60-degreess and the air was calm. Perfect for a springtime evening major league baseball game. Never the less, when the Angels play Dodger stadium the Angels broadcast announcers tell their listeners the Angels are playing at Chavez Ravine. Sort of gives the Angels part ownership to this stadium. But not really. This was spring 1962 and the Los Angeles Angels shared the stadium with the Los Angeles Dodgers while the Dodgers were either off or out of town. Actually, The Dodgers and Walter O’Malley were co-owners. Chavez Ravine was just an area of Los Angeles where Dodger Stadium was built. And I must add, a magnificent stadium with a broad green grass outfield expanse with a well-kept dirt infield.
So, players were on the field and others in their respective dugouts. It was about second or third inning, field lights were bright, and the people in the stands were getting into the game. My friend Ron and I were chatting and watching the next batter warming up in the batting circle when we noticed bags of peanuts flying in the air. But I might mention, bags of peanuts often were tossed to fans desiring a little munch with their baseball. Often followed with flying quarters and fifty-cent coins back to the peanut vender. But wait, the bags kept coming in numbers and flying everywhere. All without coins being tossed back. So, I twisted my head around and saw a teetering man with a vender’s tray tossing willy-nilly bags of peanuts everywhere. Obviously, a drunken man yelling, “Free peanuts for everyone.” He must had bought the peanuts, the vender tray, and began his free roasted peanut enterprise. He kept tossing and yelling and all in a drunken wobble. But here came the spoilers. Stadium police came, grabbed him by both arms and waddled him out of the stadium.
But since then, I was thinking every good main event needs an interesting sideshow. We certainly got our money’s worth. Play ball!

Published by OkieMan

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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