-- I'm excited for my first game! --
-- Taking in the via from the metro platform. --
-- My first metro ride...holding on for dear life! --
-- Ready to get this show on the road. --
-- The view from our seats. --
-- My bullpen friends. They each threw me a ball because I'm so cute. --
-- Hanging with Dad. --
-- And spending a few at bats with Mommy. That's my friend in the background. He got thrown out for heckling the bullpen staff. --
It turns out that the Pirates didn’t really show up to play
on the day that we showed up to watch.
One of the great things about living in the Midwest, where everyone is
friendly, is that no one really talks trash to you if you support the visiting
team at a sporting event. And they are
especially friendly if you have a supercute baby with you. In fact, as we were slinking out of the
stadium in shame, I was stopped by a guy decked out in head-to-toe Cardinal
gear who said to me “Ma’am, I know that you’re a Pirate fan, but I wanted to
tell you that you have the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.” I think that’s a win for Pittsburgh.
-- Are you kidding me? You call that a strike? --
-- It's time to start drinking. --
-- Damn! --
-- Let. Me. Out. Of. Here! --
-- Maybe no one will recognize me on the way out. --
-- Even though it went in the loss column, it was still fun. --
-- Back home, and pooped out. --
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