Late last night, Todd and I were lying in bed talking and the subject of baseball came up. I started singing the Alabama song, “The Cheap Seats,” and this is how the rest of the conversation went.
ME: (singing the lyrics to Cheap Seats)
We like our beer flat as can be,
We like our dogs with mustard and relish.
We got a great pitcher, What’s his name?
Well we can’t even spell it.
We don’t worry ’bout the planet much
We just like to see the boys hit it deep…
TODD:
What did you say? Did you say, “We don’t worry ’bout the planet much?” It’s the pennant!
ME: (laughing hysterically through my embarrassment)
What?!
TODD:
Yeah, you know. Baseball. The pennant. They’re not worried about the pennant. Why wouldn’t they be worried about the planet? That doesn’t make any sense.
ME:
I just thought it meant, you know, they don’t recycle and stuff. They’re not worried about the planet. They’re worried about baseball!
TODD:
No, that’s wrong.
It’s nice for your husband to humble you every now and then. The best part about this is that I’m always correcting him about misheard lyrics and then I go and confuse “pennant” with “planet.”
here’s a refresher for all of you if you can’t remember what “Cheap Seats” sounds like.





