Mrs. Brewingfrog and I had a marvelous time at the game yesterday. Atmosphere was good, vibe was good, and the Frogs were amped up but reserved, like they were going to properly direct that energy rather than waste it on frivolity. Very business-like.
We sat in new seats for the first time, after moving following the Plague year and re-seating following the StubHub Purge. Excellent location, comfortable, great view. Only problem, Mrs. Brewingfrog is cunningly profane when she wants to be, and there were several younger children around us. Very early on, before kickoff, she broke out an f-bomb describing something, and I gave her a look and motioned behind me where a tall fellow and his 7-year-old son were sitting. She very contritely apologized, and all was forgiven, yet she made a concentrated effort to curb any naughtiness in her speech from that point forward. As the game got underway, there were about 6 kids around, so she became hyper-conscious about profanity. Not even a "Dammit" out of her.
Then came the Non-Call on the PI, which was right down in front of us. She leapt to her feet, drew a breath to scream hideous spells of ruin down upon the perfidious swine of a back judge, and remembered all the kids. I could see her mind frantically working on suitable verbiage to hurl, and all she could come up with was, "BOOOOO! BOOOOO!"
I told her, "If you had a big wart on your nose, that might work a little better..."
I'm told the burns will heal in a week or two.
