I Miss Mayberry, too!


Well, I’ve never been to Mayberry but can you imagine what it would be like if Andy said to Opie, “Now, Ope….when you step on someone’s foot you say sorry, if you spill their drink you offer to replace it,  and most of all be respectful to people who have paid $450.00 for their reserved seats at a baseball game while you have only paid $5 but are sitting in the $450.00 seat, unsupervised.” Opie would say, “Yes sir, Pa, I will.”

At a recent Tulsa Drillers Baseball Game, I was sitting with a friend who has reserved seats, and has had reserved seats at the Driller’s games for more than 20 years.  That’s quite a bit of money for baseball tickets over the years, but totally worth it to enjoy America’s favorite pastime, baseball!

The sad part of this story I am about to tell is that Andy wasn’t at the game teaching his son manners and respect.  There were parents there, but obviously not caring about the trail of damage their child leaves behind while unsupervised.  Why should they?  The kids are out of their hair, and they won’t have to clean up after them.  So sit back drink a beer or in some cases, TOO MANY beers and let your kids run amuck ruining other peoples evening at the baseball game.

As I type this, it is a couple of days later, but the swelling on my arm is bigger and beginning to bruise. Why?  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part.

While we were sitting in the front row trying to enjoy a baseball game, kids were running through in front of us, STOPPING in front of us blocking our view, stepping on our toes, spilling our drinks, (yes they have cup holders in the arms of the chairs, but once those even got knocked into and a coke spilled in my purse, so I figured a safer bet would be under my seat) the kids were screaming at the top of their lungs, and I mean SCREAMING!  After having mentioned this to the ushers on several occasions with nothing being done about it, we took matters into our own hands!

We asked the kids to go the other way and were a little more reluctant to move our feet for them as they screamed by.

They did for the most part, turn and go the other way.  It only made sense. They were down on the far end of our row and could easily go up the stairs that were right by them, but they chose to walk all the way down to our end, stop, yell at their friends, etc.  Before I continue, let me tell you how dangerous it could be for these kids who lean over the dug out or stand in the front row.  I have been to several games this season, always sitting in the same place and have had to dodge balls and splintered bats that were flying my way.  Easily, these could hit one of the unsupervised children who are paying no attention to what is going on and then what?  I’ve dodged a couple of balls and thank goodness my friend was there to try to stop them from beaming me in the head, and I WAS watching!  As for the splintered bat, well that flew just a couple seats down from me.  Had those kids been there then, it could have been like the Red Rider BB Gun and poked one of their eyes out!  Then do you think the parents would have been mad?  Hmmmmmm….  I am sure that would have been a lawsuit of some kind.  Have you seen all of the accidents on the news lately occurring at baseball games?

Ok back to my arm.  Well, after turning away several children by asking them to go the other way, or move over, my friend was assaulted from behind.  All of a sudden, a man flew down from somewhere behind us and started to pound on him.  He was yelling and calling him all sorts of names because we were watching out for his kid and trying to enjoy a baseball game.  I tried to block a hit or two and took a blow to my arm.  My friend got a bump on the head and a swollen lip.  Driller’s staff did respond rather quickly and removed the guy from the ballpark.  But in the meantime, his friends who stayed to watch the game kept yelling threats such as, “I hope you have an escort to your car because you are going to be taken down, “ and “Boy, your mama raised you right,” and my favorite, “I hope you learned something about being an adult tonight!”  HA!  Did WE LEARN ABOUT BEING AN ADULT?

These people seemed to think it was ok for some guy to just come down and start pounding on my friend without knowing any details.  These people were giving the total wrong impression to their children.  It is ok to beat someone up if you don’t like what you think you see!  It is ok to yell obscenities and drink beer after beer, after beer in front of your children and other’s children, and it is ok to be disrespectful to your elders. Whether the guy was drunk or not, who knows!  But if not, really?  Starting a fight in front of hundreds of children, including your own?  Shame on you. Where are your words? Where are your parenting skills?  I see why bullying is right in the heart of  the media these days, look what they learn at home?  What did YOU learn about being an adult that night?

I am sure Barney would have been there with his single bullet in his pocket ready for action.  But Andy?  No.  He would have come down and had a talk (Well, first of all Opie wouldn’t have been unsupervised in the first place) and then realized that yes indeed, his kid was out of line.  He would have reimbursed us for any drinks spilled, smashed sunglasses, and would have offered for us to come have a home-cooked meal with he and Aunt Bee.   What happened to Mayberry? And for goodness sake, where the heck is ANDY?

I couldn’t resist writing about this though it is off the path I am beating to get to China, just a little hiccup along the way, next stop Pike’s Peak!

About cessley

I am a bereaved parent. I write to give hope to other bereaved parents who are fresh in their grief. I want them to know life begins again. It (life) is forever changed, as are you, but one day, you will smile again. You may travel, you will make new friends, your heart will mend, though never heal and it will be a painful ride. It is one step at a time....sometimes, even one breath to the next is all we can seem to live through each day. But each day will be a new beginning, a different beginning, a different you. I have two surviving children: Amy, who is married to Brandon, and they have one daughter, Avery, and one son, Dylan. and Eric who is a doctor and is Clifton's twin brother. Clifton passed away when he was nearly two years old. As any bereaved parent knows, it is tough, REALLY tough trying to live after the death of a child. I lived in Shanghai, China for three years after the death of my son, and then lived in Beijing for two years. I am discovering life again, one step at a time. I returned to Oklahoma in February , 2020 due to the uncertainty of the virus. Little did I know the uncertainty would follow me across the ocean. This is nothing compared to the death of a child. I will survive! View all posts by cessley

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