El Presidente lives up to his name. Wherever we go, he rules. Last night, we watched the Indianapolis Indians beat the Columbus Clippers, and he is sitting on the lovely wife's lap next to a nice grandmotherly woman who there with about 6 of her own grandchildren. She was keeping score of the game on her scorecard.
Until El Presidente comes along with his sweet talkin' ways. In no time, this complete stranger has handed over her scorecard and pencil to him. He wields too much power!
He did, however, meet his biggest challenge to date. During the game, he would watch the Indians mascot Rowdie run around on the field and was intrigued by his antics. We went for a walk around the concourse when Rowdie was passing by. He was moving very quickly, obviously because he was supposed to be somewhere for some thing. You know, mascot stuff.
Anyway, he's moving so fast that his hat flies off. Knowing that Rowdie might need help and seeing the opportunity for El Presidente to get up close to big dawg, I picked it up and put it back on for him. With the bill facing backwards, of course. Rowdie shakes my hand in thanks and then puts his hand up to give El Presidente a high five.
You may have heard what came next from wherever you were, because it stopped everybody on the concourse in their tracks. I think the ump even stopped the game to see what the commotion was about.
He let out a scream that felt like it lasted 10 minutes...
BWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
It freaked the shit out of him! If his diaper wasn't wet before, it was now!
From a distance, Rowdie was fine. He was El Presidente's pal. Up close, different story. Rowdie put his hands up in the air like "I didn't do anything, it wasn't my fault", turned around, and left very quickly.
I'm sure the size of that critter was just too much for him to comprehend.
Of course, he was also freaked out by his new Tickle-Me-Elmo that he got for his birthday. Maybe it's a red, furry monster thing.
Then again, the little sucker even stands itself up when he falls down. That freaks me out!
4 comments:
Oh my god, I am cracking up. I actually know 'Rowdie'. :)
Funnily enough, I have El Presidente's Rowdie reaction whenever I see a Tickle me Elmo.
Ha ha. I love it. When I was a bit older than Jake, maybe four, I met the Incredible Hulk and Spider-Man at the Tippecanoe Mall and produced a similar reaction, only I was too frozen with fear to belt out the BWAH like that.
Whatever you do, don't take him to a Phillies game.
Smart-looking kid. May sure you let WSBE know that Cub fans do pay attention at the game.
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