The Road to the Little League World Series

So my love for the game of baseball took me to Indianapolis last Monday with Tim to see the qualifying game for the Little League World Series. Tim's old team from Kentucky was taking on some scrub team from Indiana. I was shocked when I got to the ballpark, because it didn't cost anything to get in, there were no places to sign up for a credit card and a shirt, and I had to serve myself at the concession stand. The game was on ESPN, which was pretty cool, and we saw one heck of a game. We started the game out in center field, until about 20 punk high school kids from the Indiana town came barging in with no shirts on and painted up. I really hope I wasn't as cocky as these kids in high school, and if I was I apologize. Of course I was in the middle between loud-mouthed Kentuckian Tim and these 20 punk kids from Indiana. One of the guys asked me:

Punk Kid: Are you from Kentucky?
Steve: No, I'm from Iowa.
Punk Kid: What the hell are you doing here then?
Steve: Good question.
Steve: Put a shirt on (and the conversation ended there)

So we moved to left field, and this drunk guy came and talked to me. This is the guy that every town has that follows his team, and drinks a lot before the game. This guy wore me out, and talked to me like I was from Kentucky and had a clue who these kids were. So to play along, I told him that the center fielder was my brother. That was a mistake, because he then said.

Old Drunk Guy: Oh, so your parents are Matt and Kathy?
Steve: Yes sir.
Old Drunk Guy: I thought you were over fighting in the war.
Steve: (Hestitates) Umm... I'm not really the center fielder's brother.
Old Drunk Guy: Oh, well are you from Kentucky?
Steve: No, I'm from Iowa.
Old Drunk Guy: Then what the hell are you doing here?
Steve: Good question. (I then left)

So we went to the grandstands, and sat behind the players moms, because we knew we would get on tv. We did, and I sat by myself so I didn't have to explain why I was at the game again. The kid who pitched for Kentucky, threw a no-hitter and struck out 17 batters. Pretty impressive knowing that he only faced 19 batters. I joined along in the K-E-N-T-U-C-K-Y chant, but I think everyone knew that I wasn't from Kentucky when it came to the N. I yelled N like any of us Iowegians would say, but everyone from Kentucky yelled what sounded like Anne. Crazy accents over there in Kentucky. So everyone knew I was the outcast again.