Last night Travalon and I went to a Mallards game. Our
tickets were a little pricier than usual, partly because the price included a
donation to the Overture Center for the Arts, and partly because we got access
to the tailgate party. That meant burgers and brats and beer before the game,
so I had one of each. I feel a little guilty about it today, but my iPhone was
also tracking my movements during the game, and I walked way over a mile and
went up seven flights of stairs, so at least I worked a tiny fraction of it
off. The game was terrible at first, because the visitors scored three runs
right away in the first inning, and we couldn’t answer them until the fifth
inning, but then we scored five so we were up two runs. A small lead, but we’d
take it. Then, in the seventh inning – five more runs! Wow, we were up by
seven! A lot of people left at that point, but Travalon and I stuck it out to
the bitter end. A couple of those runs were because the other team’s pitcher
kept walking our guys, so he loaded the bases and then forced two guys home
with walks. No home runs or anything that exciting, but it was still a great
game. Lots of fun stuff between innings too, like the “diaper race” where all
four babies just sat there and wouldn’t go to their mothers, so it was a
four-way tie, and the bouncing pony race/bachelor party, with the mascot
ensuring that competitors who were doing too well got knocked off their bouncy
ponies. I love small-time baseball!
Famous Hat
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