Noise

Going to all these Nats games recently has brought back some fond memories of going to Syracuse Chiefs* games when I still lived in NY.

*That's what they were called then. Since I moved away, they were renamed the SkyChiefs because the Native Americans a couple of exits down I-81 didn't appreciate the old name. I hear the pilots flying in and out of Hancock Airport aren't pleased.

I decided to share this one story for my sister's enjoyment. After all, she threw herself under the bus with I was a Kid. What did I know?

She and I were regulars at the stadium when the Tidewater (or Norfolk) Tides, the Mets' AAA team, came to town. The visiting team had the third-base side dugout, so we always sat on this side. Start visualizing now. Third-base side, home plate is to the right, most of the time we are facing in that general direction.

In the outfield, so to our left, is the big scoreboard. If a home run is hit, the score board shows a graphic of fireworks; ya know, stuff like that. Are you there? Can you see it all?

OK, here's what happened to me at least half a dozen times. I'd be sitting there watching the game, watching the pitches, watching everything that went on. All of a sudden, cheers would erupt. I'd sit there thinking, "What did I miss? I don't see what everyone's cheering about!" I turn to my sister with a confused look. She points to the scoreboard and reads aloud what it says. "NOISE!"

Funny the first time? Yes. Funny the 5th time, uh huh. Now, to this day, whenever I just don't get something or am clueless for some reason (and it's rare), she simply says, "Noise."