The game-lit proposals
I'd been treated to some prime seats for the Dodgers last weekend (or do you say: this past weekend?) So I brought Bec, Ruben and Tif to enjoy yet another unlikely Get Hubbied meeting.
Anyway, I was struck by the escalating romantic messages scrolling across digital fields meant for advertisements for beer, insurance, junk food and sports paraphernalia. People proposing to each other on the really big, really public screen...and not in front of, at least at the first look, a romantic crowd. There must be some pull to exclaim your love over the 'wires' and so here it was, and honestly, I got a bit choked up watching them all pixilated and hugging, but sweet on each other with rings and yes's.
And the Dodgers actually came up from bland, and zero to zero to zero, in the 9th inning scored twice from a really good hit. I don't know the lingo, but suffice it to say, I got caught up in the moderate amount of whooping, as did my cohorts.
I treated my crowd of four to a little celebratory bling:
