Lately, the Nashville Sounds have been getting a lot of national press about there Faith Nights at the ballpark. An enterprising group of promoters have packaged what was to be a one time only event at Greer into a national campaign. Good for them, I say. It balances out “Thirsty Thursday” and their dollar draft beers. I have seen folks wait in line for their two small cups and then get in the back of the line while they drink them. Hullo? You could do that at home or in a bar. I know, it’s all about the ambiance.
Yes, John the Baptist. Head on a platter, Herod’s gift to Salome dude. Bobblehead.
And the jar of honey is hilarious. I know J the B lived on wild locusts and honey, but I think it makes it look like they bought some overrun Winnie the Pooh dolls and popped a He-Man head on top.
RUABelle and I actually instigated a bit of a stir at one of the earliest incarnations of Faith Night. They hadn’t organized it yet, but the Sounds staff did market certain nights to lots of smaller church groups as a family outing. Unfortunately, that was also the year that they opened the hot tub deck in right field. A friend of ours was celebrating a birthday one Saturday night and we all pitched in to rent the tub and the surrounding patio area.
Sometime around the 7th inning stretch, they started to announce all the various groups in the crowd. We could barely hear from way the hell out in the outfield, but I hollered at all the nubile young girls in bikinis and all the besotted guys in surfer shorts who were overflowing the tub and hanging off the railings of the deck. “Hey guys, they just announced Sharkey’s birthday!” Whereupon the derelicts we were with all went nuts, screaming, singing and jumping up and down and hoisting their plastic beer bottles across the field in a toast to all the folks sitting in the reserved section. (And I do mean “reserved.”) Their enthusiasm was not returned. The silence was deafening.
The PA announcer had not said anything about the birthday party in the hot tub. What he had actually said was, “and a special welcome to our guests from the Church Street Church of Christ.” I’m sure we were the topic of many a sermon the next morning.
I’m such a little stinker…