It's so pretty outside, cats are sprouting in my flower pots!
Yesterday at the ballpark, I smelled something rank as soon as I sat down. Unmistakable smell of sewer. Perhaps I was imagining it, but no, when dh showed up, he wrinkled his nose. By about the second inning, an announcement was made, "Sorry for the inconvenience, folks, but the bathrooms are closed due to the sewer backing up." The game proceeded anyway.
By the third inning, dh noticed water coming up behind the umpire along the fence. Every ball that passed by the catcher ending up in the muck, and it wasn't Texas gold bubbling up. The ump held the ball gingerly with two fingers, and then tossed it in the grass. A mom finally noticed and ran to tell the ballpark manager to see if something could be put out to cover the puddles forming, which evidently were coming from the broken sewer. Wisely, he "called" the game, and we won in the third inning, the game not to be made up because it is "fall ball" and not so serious.
The coach gathered the team around him after and said it was too bad the game was called because they had been playing very well.
"Yeah," said dh, "That was a crappy way to end a game."