So last night we took the kids to the ball game. We bought the cheap seats at the way way top, under the shade and perfect in my opinion. We were the next to last row. It was a relatively empty section and no one was behind us. The younger kids thought it was cool to run back and forth down the row behind us and it kept them entertained, so i was OK with it. My wife thought she might want to be back there with them to keep them under control.
So she literally sat behind me. I'm watching the game, enjoying a cancer-riddled hot dog, when I feel this poking in my arm pit. My gorgeous wife decided to take off her flip flops and put her feet under my arms. It was fantastic! I played with her toes and tickled them all game. When the pitcher threw a strike, she got a quick fingernail up the arch. I played out the count on her toes and got in some really good "power tickles" when there was a hit or strike out.
To end the game on a great note...I stuffed some cotton candy between her toes and took a big bite when noone was looking (i hope, lol). Here are a few pics of her toes. I couldnt navigate video, but you'll get the gist...
Cheers!
So she literally sat behind me. I'm watching the game, enjoying a cancer-riddled hot dog, when I feel this poking in my arm pit. My gorgeous wife decided to take off her flip flops and put her feet under my arms. It was fantastic! I played with her toes and tickled them all game. When the pitcher threw a strike, she got a quick fingernail up the arch. I played out the count on her toes and got in some really good "power tickles" when there was a hit or strike out.
To end the game on a great note...I stuffed some cotton candy between her toes and took a big bite when noone was looking (i hope, lol). Here are a few pics of her toes. I couldnt navigate video, but you'll get the gist...
Cheers!
Thanks for sharing your experience and for the photos. 
