Take Me Out to the Ball Game….

The roar of the anxious crowd thundered in my ears, the bat slippery in my sweaty hands.  I stared down the squinty-eyed pitcher under the hot sun and took a deep breath, preparing to send that ball screaming out of the park.  Ffwwpt!  The ball snapped toward me and I swung hard, closing my eyes in anticipation of that satisfying CRACK as the ball sailed away into a glorious home run….

“I’ll take the chocolate, please.”

Oh.  Right.  I opened my eyes and went to get the woman her ice cream.  Lindsay, Nicholas, and I had arrived thirty minutes earlier to serve the delicious ice cream made by Golden Scoop to hundreds of hungry fans (either ours or the Monarchs, it was hard to tell in that excitable atmosphere).  We sold cup after cup of chocolate, vanilla, strawberry-basil jam, cookies and cream, cookie dough, and American apple pie.  Things were going very well and–

Oh, you wanted to hear more about that apple pie ice cream?  Yes, you heard right.  Who hasn’t had apple pie ala mode (apple pie with vanilla ice cream) during the summer?  It’s a classic!  Well, our resident chef happens to be a genius (another delicious creation of his is cake-doughnut ice cream).  He combined vanilla ice cream with a hint of cinnamon, apple cubes, pie filling, and flaky pie crust into something that perfectly captures that “Grandma’s old-fashioned apple pie with a scoop of ice cream on the side” taste.  That’s a mouthful to say, but it’s a tasty mouthful.  Seven dollars a cup.  Trust me, it’s worth it.

Anyway, the game went well (I assume, baseball isn’t really my thing.  Somebody hits a ball, someone else catches it, and then repeat that until everyone realizes it’s dark and time to go home).  We were certainly doing well, with a few dozen cups sold in just a few hours.  Sadly, the team never came by our humble little stand by the gate before or after the game, but you can’t have everything in life.  We finally packed up just after 9:30 PM with many new, happy customers who promised they’d come back to our café for more.  Taps foot while eyeing the door expectantly.

We’ll be back for the next several Monarchs games, selling our ice cream, so if you didn’t snag any of our excellent “American Apple Pie” ice cream this time, fret not!  We even had little golden spoons to give people, but those go quickly, so bump that little old lady out of line and get yours first!  You too can be the proud owner of a “Golden Scoop” of your very own (we claim no liability if you discover it’s not actually made of gold, nor even metal).  You may even see me there, too, but I don’t want to steal the show from our fabulous ice cream or my equally fabulous coworkers.

Baseball is as American as apple pie in a cup.  What do you mean, people don’t say that?  Try it and you’ll be saying it, too.

Written by Ian Miller, marketing associate for Golden Scoop