We went to the Richmond Braves vs Toledo Mudhens game last night.
It was a double-header and, man, did it stretch out. We finally gave up around 10:50. The Braves lost both games. The first score was 3-0 and then 3-2. I ended up rooting for good plays even though I suppose I should fawn over the Braves. I’m not sure what their standing is but it can’t be good–I think between the 2 games they went through 5 pitchers. It could have been more–we lost count.
When we were walking up to the box office an older couple asked if we already had tickets. No sir. They had two box seat tickets from a rained out game and told us to take them and exchange them for seats. Thanks Mr. & Mrs. Baseball. We ended up sitting in the same section as Mr. & Mrs. Baseball and thanked them again. Then Mrs. Baseball asked us if we wanted one of the inflatable balls some organization was handing out. We declined and she said she was going to try to get some for the grandkids. She scored two balls–hope the grandkids were happy. I also saw Mrs. Baseball running down some free Bubble Yum during a promo between innings. I’m not sure if she chewed or if that was added to the pile for the grandkids.
It was a great night for baseball. Hot but not too bad. We also got to see a game of Beeper Ball during the break between games. Beeper Ball is where blind people play a version of baseball. The ball has a beeper in it and 1st and 3rd bases are replaced with traffic cones that beep. The “celebrity” team (sighted local celebs who are blindfolded) had their butts kicked in the game.
The only complaints are these:
Dominics–quit putting the cooked sausage in a bun and then in the steam box. The bread is nasty after that.
Obnoxious people–just stay away from me for crying out loud. A father and grown daughter got the “I’ll-kick-your-butt-in-a-second-and-not-break-a-sweat” stare when they came down from the cheap seats and spent their 20 minutes in the section bad mouthing both the Braves and the Mudhens. The stare was given when the daughter ragged on a player with the same last name as mine–she said “Inge, what kind of last name is that?” They left shortly after the death stare. Goodbye and good riddance.