Last night I went to my very first MLB game. It was the SF Giants (who have been on a losing streak of late) against the Cincinnati Reds. E got us tickets and since she grew up in “Reds Country” naturally she rooted for the Reds. Actually, most of the people around us were pulling for the Reds.
Against all odds, the Giants pulled it off. Somewhere late in the game, after I lost feeling in my finger tips but before hypothermia set in, they scored big twice. The final score (I believe) was 5-1. I would know for sure but by the time we got back to the car, my ear-drums had frozen solid.
All in all it was a wonderful evening. Lots of laughs, ball-park food (you know, there’s a reason the FDA doesn’t recommend a diet of hot dogs, popcorn and cotton candy, all washed down with Sprite and Root Beer) and a pretty good game. Hey, I actually got to see Ken Griffey Jr. play. Which was cool because he’s one of maybe 5 baseball players I would recognize by name. :)
The most important thing I learned: San Francisco gets cold and windy at night. Especially if all you are wearing is T-shirt and jeans.
Anyhow, if I’m still alive tomorrow (I may be coming down with something because my vocal range has dropped an octave or two) I’m headed over to SuperHappyDevHouse 2 which should be fun. (Thanks for the invite Jeff)
Till next time, thank you.