By Braddah Lance
Last night I took my baseball kids to the 50th State Fair - as I do every year - and it's always interesting to see how people act outside their normal environment. I'm used to seeing my players in baseball attire and gloves so when I see them in "street" clothes, their "hidden" identity does shine through.
I take them to the fair for many reasons. First, to get them away from baseball. Second, to build camaraderie. Third, get them to socialize in the "real world" but last and most important...babysit their okole's so that their parents can have a night to themselves and "get it on".
It's more of a thank you for putting up with my antics at practice and on the field and filling my opu with onolicious grinds after the game!
As I pull into the stadium parking lot a little before 5:30pm, the main lot is already full and the line to enter the fair stretches all the way to the parking driveway entrance - Holy guacamole! In all my years of doing this I have never seen the fair this packed before and if it wasn't for my "connection", we wouldn't have entered the fair till 8pm!
We enter the fair grounds and immediately the kids go for their ride of choice. The sun is still up and walking around is manageable but the fun started once the sun went down. I should have known that it was going to be crazy considering the fair's headliner for that night was Kaba Modern (a very popular dance crew featured on MTV) so all the youngin's were in full force.
I was surprised at how much teenagers were there and really, how immature some of them act. In their "packs", it gets worse. They walk through you as if they own the entire walkway standing four to five wide, they are oblivious to their immediate surroundings and it's a little amusing - as a bystander - just watching them.
For instance, my players went to the bathroom as the Kaba Modern show started and the bathrooms are the container types on risers. A bunch of boys - intermediate age - were standing on the railings of the stairway trying to peer in. It wasn't high enough so they just decided to climb to the roof of the bathroom and get the overhead view.
I was trippin' out at how much - or little - girls were wearing! I'm talking intermediate to no more than sophomore age - from my guesstimation - packed with makeup and pretty revealing clothes. I was watching a bunch of guys watching these three girls getting out of the Sizzler - with I'm talking hoochie-mama skirts way up there - and they couldn't have been more than 13 or 14!
Wassap Wit Dat!
I dunno about you but if my daughter ever went out like that I'd be a little pupule about it.
Then of course once the show was over, the lines for the rides were an hour minimum and the food lines went shmall kine nuts! I was in line for 35minutes when someone yelled out, "no mo' rice!" Ho, you could hear da groans but c'mon, dis Hawaii...how da heck you run out of rice - unless we get shortage of some kine?!.
Seven people in front of me left (yeaaa, I'm closer now) and this poor Braddah got four of his five plates but waited over twenty minutes for his last fried chicken plate. I got the new york steak & pork chop combo along with the clam chowder bowl but they also ran out of vegatables so they gave spring rolls as a substitute.
After a long night, as we were heading out I got a whiff, not of hamburgers or pizza, but of the ciga-weed. There were four adults and two keiki in strollers while they hid their joint in their palm and proceeded with the puff-puff-give procedure.
Wassap Wit Dat?!?!
Maybe their glaucoma was acting up.
Nonetheless, the fair was fun as usual and it is a definite must for all kama'aina! The people-watching is no ka oi and the rides are still classic.
SHOUT OUT:A HUGE MAHALOS goes out to Donna Fernandez for always helping our keiki out!