The Game

So I went to another Cleveland Indians game with my mom and sister tonight (or rather last night). We once again had a great time, too bad the Tribe lost the game. Seriously, who intentionally walks a batter with two on in extra innings? Well anyways we did get really cool 70’s style trucker hats as a freebie.

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Now that I’m not dead on my feet tired, I can actually think to write a little more.

In all the game was fun. My mom, sister and I always seem to manage to have a good time together. The one moment of the game that my sister claims is her favorite moment, happened during the only successful wave of the game. Earlier in the evening my mom commented to my sister that it would really suck if one of the guys behind us spilled his beer down one of our backs. Well during the wave the guy sitting behind and to the right of me had just picked up his full glass of beer. Instead of putting it down before he joined in he did the wave with beer in hand, causing it to slosh out of his glass all over the empty seat next to me, and getting part of my back and the guy sitting two seats down from me. That guy was pissed. I mean come on, it happens. I on the other hand laughed it off… both my cameras were dry, no harm done. The guy who did the spilling was apologizing over and over and I just kept on telling him it was no problem. I mean it’s not like the first time someone has spilled on me and I know I’ve spilled on people in the past. It happens, no need to be an asshole about it. Ah the good times to be had at the ballpark.