Racing Sausages!

We took my Dad to a Brewers game, and at the 6th Inning Stretch I pointed and tried to tell him to watch the Racing Sausages. He looked at me oddly and asked, "What did you say?" I tried again, telling him that the Racing Sausages were coming around the infield. This time he adjusted his hearing aid, and asked, "I still couldn't hear you. What was that again?" "Dad, it's the Racing Sausage, right there!", pointing to the fast approaching advertisements. He looked at me in confusion, saying "It sounds like you are saying 'Racing Sausages?'" "YES!", I cried out, pointing again, and he looked up in time to the the costumed hotdogs go running past. Then he got it, and smiled.