Friday night we attended our first professional baseball game of the year. In August. *sigh* This is so sad because the team we went to see is only a ten mile drive from our house, is located in the town that I work, and tickets are only $7 a piece. It’s also sad because I nearly bought season tickets for said team before my daughter was born.
Anyhow, we went to a game on Friday night. Things started out poorly just before we left the house, when my daughter injured herself. We were determined to go to the game anyhow, so we loaded into the VW and started on our drive. The more we drove, the more my daughter cried. This wasn’t an “I’m tired” cry. This was a genuine “I’m in pain” cry. I pressed on saying, “Once we get there, her grandparents and the game will distract her from the pain.” I don’t know if this was a smart strategy or a selfish one.
We get to the game, and she’s still crying. My heart is being broken into a thousand pieces. I decided to try one final thing before we get in the car and head back home. I told my wife to go ahead an eat dinner (she is pregnant after all) and my dad and I took my daughter to the “Fun Zone” to jump around in the inflatable jumping things. Eventually, this helped.
Here’s a picture from we took from our seats:
There really aren’t any bad seats in the stadium as it’s a small stadium for a Rookie League (New York Penn League) team. By the way, the oldest player on the team was born in 1983. Me = old.
My only quarrel with the game was the speakers were LOUD. I have nothing against music at ballgames, or those videos they play to get people to clap. However, does it have to burst my eardrums? Could I have a conversation with the person beside me and hear what they’re saying? Again, me = old.
Here’s a picture later in the evening of the view of the mountains past the outfield. We live in a valley and are surrounded by mountains so I tend to take them for granted. They make a pretty backdrop for a stadium, though.
Our team wound up losing in the 10th inning, a couple innings after we left. My daughter was tired and kept getting startled awake by the LOUD SPEAKERS! I guess I should’ve expected them to lose. They are affiliated with the Pirates.
Still, it was a great evening and a nice start to the weekend. Maybe next year I can attend TWO games.
The Struggling Writer 