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My summer job is working at the semi-pro ballfield here the city. A friend talked me into joining her as an usher last year. I like baseball okay but I wasn't sure that ushering was for me. 

Turns out that many of ushers are teachers like me or very friendly retired people. We have a ball.

Last evening was Military Appreciation Night. We had an army chorus with a color guard and the works. Several thousand military men joined us and were as respectful and polite as can be.  The ushers all donned "Army Strong" ball caps and at least a hundred young men complemented me on my hat. They were charming. One young man bought this granny a bag of peanuts.

Poignantly, the disabled vet group also joined us. At first we were busy as bees finding spaces for all the wheel chairs. Later I noticed how young they all were. Some looked rather sad and lost while others joined in and cheered and clapped. I whispered more than one prayer for some of them as I went about my business last night.

The funniest and sweetest thing that happened was late in the game. We had one of our quick Georgia thunderstorms. The grounds crew struggled to pull the tarp over the infield in the wind and driving rain. They were trying but they just weren't strong enough. The water resting on top of the tarp was a huge weight. Well, with a whoop and a cheer several hundred army personnel ran down the bleachers and over the short cement wall that separates the crowd from the field. They grapped the tarp and pulled  it into place. The stadium erupted with cheering and gave them a standing ovation.

The night couldn't have been better!