Love and Baseball

Thursday, July 17, 2025

We went to the black box theater at Artistry and saw a two-person show called Love and Baseball. Keith told me as were going that it was 90 minutes with no intermission. No problem there – I love not to break up the show. As we were walking in, after stopping at the restroom on our way into the building, the usher said it was no intermission, 90 minutes, and no readmission. I stopped and clarified, “If you come out, you can’t go back in?” Right.

The theater is small and the way the set was set up, there really wasn’t a decent way to come or go during the show, so the no readmission made perfect sense. That didn’t stop me from thinking about it. At first, I became ravenously thirsty. Why hadn’t I had a drink before we came in? Why hadn’t I brought a drink in with me? Obviously so I wouldn’t have to leave for the bathroom. The show started and I hated the female character. Ew. The male character was iffy. I watching a show that maybe I wasn’t going to like and I couldn’t leave and come back. I have never left a show except for intermission. Why was I thinking about it? Because they said I had to by telling me it wasn’t allowed. There were a couple awkward silences in the first ten minutes that I think were on purpose, but they were just awkward moments that I couldn’t think about being thirsty. The stage people had a beer. I thought about how much I would like a beer, even thought I would not like a beer.

By the end of the first act, I started liking the characters more. In the second act, I was really enjoying the show until there was wine drinking. I wanted to be wine drinking. I might like the wine if it tasted very sweet, like candy or Kool-aid. Man, I was thirsty. Third act was best and I was hardly thirsty until they got out bottles of water, which they didn’t even open! They could have tossed me one. Seriously, people.

We visited the restroom before leaving. I glanced around for a bubbler, but didn’t see one, and thought, “eh, I’m okay.”

When they tell you you can’t, you really want to.