Creepin' on a Thursday afternoon

This is my first attempt (i think) at blogging via mobile.  The reason for the mobile-ity is because momma and i are in the car, again, creeping.  It's a fine art, creeping, and in my view a sense of a diminished shame filter, though not necessarily bad one.  See momma likes ball games, she has for years.  So o course taking her to one seems a good thing.  Except that it's late season, and the local games around are not the school ones-  which you could attend feasibly under the guise of school spirit even if you didn't know the players.  No these are the kids games and the summer leagues.  The kind of game you normally only go to see if you have a child or loved one in them.  We are childless and, while not friendless, devoid of friends we know play in these games.  So we creep.  Momma isn't allowed to get out of the car, that's the deal.  We sit in the car and watch potential strangers play games and hope that they assume we know someone there.  We don't care who wins.  We don't know or need the score.  The point of creeping isn't really the game, it's momma.  It's momma and the blessing it is that she still gets into a game sometime and finds pleasure in the watching of it.  Thanks God!