
This evening my son and I went to see a minor league baseball game. We were on the highway and could see the dark black clouds ahead. Then the skies opened up and it deluged. Not poured but flooded. About a half an hour later, we had arrived, parked and waited out the rain, the sky started looking brighter and normal. We met our group an anticipated an evening of fun and baseball. The stadium was cosy and there were loads of families looking for a great evening, culminating in a fireworks display. Our hopes were dashed as the rain had taken it's tole on the visitors dugout which was flooded and there was no place to pump the water out to. The field covered in tarps was flooded and the help ended up using them as giant slip-n-slides, a sight to behold. We checked our where our excellent seats would have been, checked out the flooded dugout, it was full of water and decided to call it a night. I would have been fun but my son thought it much easier to navigate when one could actually see the road.

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