This past weekend we took our grandson to see our local AA baseball team. It was a beautiful summer evening, just a perfect evening to enjoy this all American pastime. The first 1500 fans got free baseball caps. We were not quite early enough for the free hat, but we were early enough to get great seats right on the first base line. It was such a fun evening. We got our hot dogs and settled in to enjoy the game. Have you ever noticed how much better a hot dog tastes when you put a baseball game in front of it? The Baysox got two good hits in the first inning and went ahead of the Rock Cats. We held on to the lead until the forth inning when the Rock Cats got a two run homer. They were in the lead until the seventh inning when the Baysox got several good hits and went ahead. The final score was Baysox 4, Rock Cats 3. It was an exciting game. Minor league ball is such fun. The players are all hoping to make the majors one day. They seem to play their hearts out. In order to draw fans the team goes all out to make it a fan friendly place. Between innings they did all sorts of silly things with the fans. Once they had a game of musical chairs, another time they dressed a couple of fans in inflated sumo wresting costumes and we laughed as they tried to knock each other down. All the kids celebrating birthdays got to stand on the dugout while the stadium sang to them. They were so cute.
Several foul balls came close to us. Our grandson almost caught a ball. Tee shirts were thrown up into the stands. Our grandson almost caught a tee shirt. Frisbees were tossed into the stands. Our grandson almost caught a frisbee. He was having a great time. At the end of the game there was a spectacular fireworks show. We heard oos and ahs all over the stadium. After the fireworks all the kids were allowed down on the field to run the bases. Our grandson joined all the other kids and ran around the bases. When he joined us afterwards he was laughing and said that was such fun that it made him feel like a kid again. He is fourteen years old. I didn’t know he had stopped being a kid.
"Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd.
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back,
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game."
1 comment:
Wonderful post and pics of your dad...we were special little girls that's for sure.
We used to go to the Angel's minor team games in Calif. Had a great time and the players were almost like friends. I could sing as loud and badly as anyone!
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