Persephone told me I should blog about the ballgame we went to last night. Why? She's the only person who reads my blog, and she was there. But I don't want to get her mad. She spends all day home alone with the food I eat. So I'm going to comply, for fear of retribution.
We went to a ballgame last night. We went on Independence Day to see the fireworks. There was a massive thunderstorm in the late afternoon, but it cleared up right before the game. We got to the stadium right as the game was starting. Listening on the radio, we heard Seattle score two runs. By the time we got to our seats, they had two more. That was it. Seattle won 4-0. And then the fireworks wouldn't work because the thunderstorm in the afternoon had ruined them. But the Royals gave everybody a rain check for the game, and since they set off fireworks after every Friday night home game, last night we went back for another game.
This game was better for two reasons: Kansas City won, and the fireworks worked. Also, I saw my first major-league balk (in person), and I was keeping score, so I got to score it. Now, for the bad news: David De Jesus got on base to start the game, then got thrown out trying to steal second. The next two batters got on base and then Billy Butler hit a home run. That would have been a grand slam if De Jesus hadn't been thrown out. It would have been the first grand slam I'd ever seen in person. (Persephone loves grand slams. Personally, I like triples better, and inside-the-park home runs even more.) Also, we got to see Sammy Sosa hit a home run.
Anyway, Kansas City won, 6-1. There was a rain delay in the middle of the eighth inning. It had us worried that the fireworks wouldn't work, but this time they had fireworks guys who realized this is summertime in the Midwest, and maybe they should be prepared for rain.
At first our seats were sort of annoying. We had a big iron bar in front of us and a redneck family reunion happening one row behind us. We were going to move, but our usher was running all over the place making sure people were sitting in their assigned seats. However, we waited until his back was turned and we hightailed it up the stadium to different seats. We sat under the roof because we could see the clouds coming in, so when the thunderstorm came we didn't have to run up the aisles like everyone else.
This has to be the most poorly-written blog posting ever.
Title from Chico Escuela.