It was your typical beautiful day at the ball park today. There was a nice breeze keeping the temperature from being overwhelming. Game time temperature was a breezy 91 degrees. The game was exciting with a walk-off single by Miguel Tejada to win the game. But the most unusual part of the day was the fact that the guy sitting just to my left looked, to my aging eyes, exactly like one of those singing statues from Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion. Specifically, he looked like Ned Nub.
For those of you who don’t remember, or have never experienced the Haunted Mansion, here is a photo of the 5 harmonizing statues. From left to right they are: Ned Nub, Uncle Theodore, Rollo Rumpkin, Phineas Puck, and Cousin Al.
Now, take a close look at Neb Nub, the left-most crooner, and tell me that this serenading cement from Beyond is not the guy sitting next to me at the Orioles game today:
It’s uncanny, the resemblence. For much of the game, I was tempted to turn to the gentleman and ask him if he’d mind singing a few bars of:
When the crypt doors creak and the tombstone quake
Spooks come out for a swinging wake
Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize
But I didn’t want to put him on the spot, lest he dematerialize in public, thereby embarassing the four other friends he was with. (Hmm? Four other friends? I hadn’t noticed that before…
Go to a Laker game and see Jack. Go to a Yankees game, and see Billy Crystal. Go to an Orioles game, and see ghosts.
Well, Baltimore is the place where Edgar Allan Poe died…
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