I’m on a streak! Look at me blog!

Did you think this was going to be about nudity?

OK. Well, we have been talking about this lately, because of the College World Series. Hilary even plotted her route if she were to ever venture. And here’s a question: Is it “streaking” if you run onto the field with clothes on? I say no.

This conversation started because a few summers ago at our beloved CWS, a man descended the stairs of our section in right field. He took off his clothes—there was his bare ass, right in front of us!—and dropped himself over the banister onto the field. He ran toward the bases. He posed like The Thinker. Then he lifted his hands in surrender to the security guards barreling at him. They tackled him spectacularly anyway, making an example of him.

That was the most memorable game I’d been to. Until the tornado game. Sirens started going off in the middle of the sixth inning. Several people fled the ballpark. We stayed a while longer, since the players were still on the field. As they left and the ground crew started covering the field with an enormous foil-looking tarp (under which one of the crew members was temporarily trapped and had to tunnel her way out of), the announcer said there was a high wind advisory and that we were welcome to get under the concourse until it passed and play could resume.

We decided to leave because waiting could take forever (as in, it was eventually delayed to the next day). As we exited the stadium, we saw an enormous wall cloud, scary as hell. It sort of reminded me of the sky in Ghostbusters, right before the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man comes thundering out.

We walked along the side of the Qwest Center, trying to decide how bad it was really going to get. Cops and security personnel continually suggested we go into the Qwest, but we kept walking. Finally the wind started pelting us with grit. I couldn’t see because my eyes were assaulted by sand. And it hurt my delicate, delicate skin. I was going inside!

We watched from behind the glass doors (I know, I know: safety hazard threat level red). The flag pole bent in the wind. I saw rotation in the clouds (my dad used to be a storm watcher for the county, so I think I know cool terms like that). Dust lifted off the baseball diamond in a swirl. I saw a funnel cloud. It was north of us, blowing east. Soon a security guard came in and yelled for us to get inside the arena. We did for a while. Then there was more of this, us watching from the glass doors and then getting herded back to safety. It was just so mesmerizing.