Star Wars: The Final Inning

Star Wars: The Final Inning

 As the scores went up for the bottom of the 11th inning I started planning my revenge on my eldest son. He owes me big time. And it just so happens that Mother's Day is just around the corner! 

Lucky me! 

Here's the deal. I wasn't supposed to be going to the Brewers vs. Mets game. Nor was I supposed to be sitting in section 431 seat 13 on Saturday night, which also happened to be Star Wars Night at Miller Park. I had planned a day of shopping with a friend. But, when Son #1 decided he couldn't make it to the game my shopping trip went on hold and the next thing I knew we were headed to Milwaukee. 

You may ask the obvious question. Yes,Mr. Quilter Cook did ask others to go, but due to the fact the state of Wisconsin was celebrating the One Day Of Spring this year nobody was available. The other answer is yes, we do have another son. He lives in Indianapolis. Trust me, he wouldn't drive the six hours for the chance at a selfie with Yoda or even Princess Leia just to see a ballgame. 

So, I attended instead. We're Lutheran. We just can't let a good ticket go to waste. 

 It was my third Star Wars Night.  As usual,  there were character appearances from popular members of the Force and Empire making their rounds for selfies as we waited for security forces to open the gates of Tattooie. 

The game started on time, the anthem sang, we cheered our side on and it was moving right along. 

 Until the ninth inning... 

Our opponents scored and then..innings ten...eleven...twelve...thirteen...fourteen...fifteen...

Had we had been taken by the Empire and forced into some weird baseball torture cast out by Darth Vadar himself? 

No matter what we dealt out, the other side retaliated! 

I thought that if only I could send a secret hologram message through R2D2 to my hero Hans Solo! I knew he would swoop in on the Millinnium Falcon and rescue me from section 431! Wait, he'd rescue US. Yes, Us. Ok, maybe it would be US. ( Let the record show here that if there was a rescue and only room for one more on the ship it would be ME and Hans Solo and Chewbacca. Of course, if there was an extra seat we'd let Mr. Quilter Cook squeeze in somewhere. Those Wookies are a little chunky you know and can take up a lot of space on a flying ship.) 

By the sixteenth inning it was evident that even Obi wan Kenobi wasn't even going to get us out of this one. 

Surely, Yoda was working through the Force and planning to send out some jedi starfighters soon!

And where, pray tell was Luke Skywalker? 

Not in section 431, that was for sure. 

After many hours of whining and gnashing of teeth I am happy to announce that Star Wars: The Final Inning came to a close with our very own Braun Solo (Ryan Braun) who used the Force, saving the Rebels from its demise!   

(Never mind it took 18 innings and  is now titled as THE LONGEST GAME EVER PLAYED IN MILLER PARK. )

Mr. Quilter Cook officially parked our  X-Wing Star Fighter back in Verona at 1am on Sunday morning. 

May the Force Be With You Son #1, as you contemplate how much you love your mother. 

P.S. Mother's Day is THIS COMING SUNDAY! 

Rhonda