What happened is that one of Old Grump's co-workers, James, won some tickets to an Atlanta Braves game. So he, Grump, and another co-worker Sanford all packed into James's car and left work to drive off to see the game.
|Sanford in the back seat, in the process of making an obscene gesture|
They left right after work, and should have arrived in Atlanta with plenty of time to grab a quick bite to eat before the game started at 7:00 pm. Unfortunately they got stuck behind traffic piled up on I-85 due to a horrific wreck, and spent over two hours staring out the car windows at scenes like this:
|Stuck in traffic due to the wreck|
Finally they arrived at Turner Field, just in time to catch the last half of the fourth inning!
They had really good seats, just a few rows back from the dugout on the first base line.
They stayed for a few innings, then Old Grump, ever the party-pooper, began to whine about how late it was, and needing to get up early for work tomorrow.
|Sanford responds to Old Grump's whines|
They left for Columbus just before the end of the sixth inning.
Driving back home was an experience too, as the first exit from I-85 to I-185 was blocked for "cleaning". (It looked like a bunch of cleaning trucks stirring up dust to them, but let's assume it was cleaning.) They had to drive down to the next exit and loop back up north to catch I-185, but they did eventually make it home, and even before midnight!