Warriors and Frito Pie – Brandon Belt
Haylee and I went to the Warriors game last night on the off-day. Neither of us had ever been to an NBA game, so (through Giants connections) I bought two seats in about the 10th row across from the Warriors bench. We had a blast.
An NBA game could not be more different from a baseball game — there is so much going on every second! I’m thinking, “What’s happening right now?’’ I look up at the score and it’s tied. I look up again and somebody’s up by 15. Everything is happening so fast.
The other fun part was the chance to eat concession-stand food. You can get concession-stand food at a Giants game, but I don’t. Which is probably a good thing, being a professional athlete and all. But I was pumped to walk up to the concession stand at Oracle Arena. Haylee and I share a big plate of nachos, a choice we made only after discovering, with some disappointment, they didn’t have Frito Pie.
I guess Frito Pie is a Southern thing, kind of how Chicken Spaghetti seems to be a Southern thing. For those who don’t know, Frito Pie is a bowl of Fritos topped with chili and shredded cheese. I put mustard on mine. You eat it with a fork, and it’s delicious. When I was growing up, we’d eat it at home after church for lunch. I love it.
It was great to meet so many Giants fans at the Warriors’ game. As soon as we stepped out of the car in the parking lot, it was crazy how many people wanted to say hello and have their picture with me. It really surprised me. So I took a lot of pictures, and everyone was so nice. I think the only autograph I was asked to sign was for our usher, Frederic, who said he also works at Giants games.
During the day yesterday, I went to the mall to buy dress shoes. This is not exciting, I know, but it’s also not the easiest thing for me. I wear size 15 in tennis shoes, but the biggest dress shoes most department stores carry are 13s and 14s. Even at that, I have to be careful of which I choose. When a suit calls for a lighter brown, I can’t get shoes that are too light because they make my feet look like clown feet. So I have to find the right match for the suit and for my feet. You’ll be relieved, I’m sure, to hear that I found the right shoes.
I only have one movie review.
Heaven is for Real: I read the book when I was in Triple A and really liked it. The movie was good, but I was hoping for a little bit more. It’s about a kid who, after he has surgery, says he visited heaven. He’s four or five years old. He says he was sitting with Jesus and all this other stuff. Everyone is skeptical, even his dad, who’s a preacher. But the boy says stuff he couldn’t have known about, like seeing his sister in heaven. His mother had a miscarriage and the kid, of course, never knew that. I give it 2 stars (out of four).
Thanks for reading Haylee’s blogs and leaving her all the great comments. And thanks to everyone who was so nice to us at the Warriors game last night. Hope to see you at the ballpark.