My daughter and her husband gave my husband a neat gift for Father’s Day – tickets for him and me to attend a local minor league baseball game with them on July 4 with fireworks afterward. I was a little concerned about the heat, but I was game. Still, 96 is 96 and way, way, way out of my outdoor comfort range. I have a rule about the heat. If it’s over 90 degrees, my dog has sense enough not to go outside for more than three minutes, so why should I?
The sound of a band greeted us as we walked toward the gate and we had the opportunity to get free baseball caps by filling out an information card. I came prepared, wore sunscreen, brought a mini-battery-operated fan and put my hair up within three minutes of sitting down and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Although I do not understand how other women are able to wear their hair down and not appear as if they are sweltering. Enough of that, though.
Nutzy (I’m not kidding) is the official mascot for the Flying Squirrels, and he is very popular. There are also a few other mascots: Zinger, an acorn nut and Parker the Rally Pig. ( I suppose this is not the time to confess that I prepared and ate baby back ribs on July 4.)Parker is a real pig who is driven around the stadium to drum up enthusiasm
Zinger organizes races with two other nuts in between innings. I haven’t been to a minor league baseball game in eons, so it felt new again to me. Great to hear the National Anthem sung by the Richmond Symphony Choir and “God Bless America” performed acappella by a very young junior pageant winner.
There was lots of beer and deep-fried food. I gave into sharing a soft pretzel with my husband. No wine for people in the cheap seats, so it was Sprite for me.
Oh, you want to know about the game and the players. The Squirrels won 9-4. It was fun listening to the music that played as the batters approached the plate. A Justin Bieber tune was played for one VERY promising player because he’s the same age as the Bieber –18! A Frank Sinatra tune is always played for another player.
Blonde moment: I remarked to my daughter that I thought the electronic numbers flashing on one of the screens had to be wrong. I thought the numbers were giving the temperature. I said, “It can’t be 81 degrees.” She said, “It’s not. That’s the speed the pitcher is throwing the ball.”
After the game, the fireworks began and they were spectacular. I can’t recall a finale so amazing because we were so close to them. I joined along with most of the rest of the crowd singing “I’m proud to be an American.”
All in all, a great night. Lots of fun and entertainment. If we go again, we will need to get insider secrets on how to get out faster. We sat in the parking lot for forty-five minutes before our car moved an inch.
All this has me thinking it might be fun to let my royal country of Chantaine start up a minor league baseball team. That could be fun. In the meantime, my current book THE PRINCESS AND THE OUTLAW, is out right now! I hope you’ll give it a try and let me know what you think!
When is the last time you went to any ballgame at all? What did you like best about it? I will give one commenter a copy from my backlist!