Britney glanced out the window of the sky-box and says “So, how about those Indians?”
The three gentlemen accompanying her laugh nervously.
“This is so lame,” she thought to herself.
She is forced to remain up here with these dullards while her father completes his business affairs.
He actually believes doing so will keep her out of trouble.
But, she remembered there is one of those machines that pitches baseballs to you and if she aimed it just right she can probably take out The Goodyear Blimp.
Oh well, maybe later.
“Hey you in the monkey suit!” Britney exclaimed,”When are these jerks going to smack that ball in for a touchdown?”