"Ryan what the hell are you grinning at?" my sister said. My grin widened as I kept staring at the ball field, not giving an answer. "Ryan what is wrong with you?! You're so weird." she continued. "Ah, it's nothing..." I shook my head, making it clear I wasn't going to say anything further. I didn't want to explain to her that I was imaging myself running out onto the field, dodging security.
Our seats were in the second row behind home plate, and I played the scenario so far in my head that I figured out the best place to hop onto the grass and start running. As fast as I am I knew the guards would have no way of catching me...though their tasers might. If I somehow eluded them, I believed that I could climb the fence in centerfield and pull myself up onto the lawn. Security wouldn't be able to get me up there, but I'd have to be quick with crawling over the railing and back into the crowds of people walking around the concessions. I figured I could always just keep running into the parking lots, getting lost in the thousands of vehicles. I'd be clear then.
Yeah right, if I made it that far. I smiled to myself and gazed at the ball park. If I got caught, I'd probably never be allowed back into this stadium again. That would be a shame. Definitely not worth it, but who knows what comes over people on the verge of something drastic? That's when my sister snapped me out of it.
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