Buy Me Some Peanuts And Cracker Jacks

There’s a scene in “Naked Gun” at a ballpark where people start spitting out their tobacco “chew”; first the players do it, then the coaches, then the umps, then the fans until everyone is chewing and spitting simultaneously. That’s what some of these meeting I attend seem like to me. Working out in the oil fields, you’ve got a lot of smokers (as disturbing as that equation might seem: flammable liquid + fire stick = disintegration. Consequently, I rode with a mechanic who smoked all the time while working around equipment and oil and it didn’t faze him one bit.... and I lived to tell the tale). So during meetings when they can’t smoke, they instead gnaw on sunflower seeds. I’ve never wondered how the sunflower seed industry was kept alive during the baseball offseason (maybe bowling or golf pick it up?), but I’m thinking the oil industry, at least where I’m working at, is doing its part in sustaining seed production. It’s seriously like a baseball dugout most meetings with a bunch of jabbering and piles of seeds lying about. I keep waiting for the seventh inning stretch, but it never comes.

Maybe a nice round of “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” would help….