Take Us Out to the Ball Game…

My Honey and I started off our Labor Day weekend with a trip to the final weekend of the The Tucson Toros, our local AAA baseball team.  There had been a massive monsoon storm around 3pm that lasted for about an hour and brought major amounts of rain and even hail.  And all of that after being informed repeatedly by the weather people that we had a dry, hot weekend in store of us with a 10% chance of rain.  I will not get started on another tirade of weather people.  I promise.  That’s not where this post is going.

I did think the rain would cancel the game, but we took a chance, grabbed both kids and my father and headed to the ball park.  Fortunately, the grounds crew had the chance to cover the field with a tarp so the game was on.  And the weather couldn’t have been more beautiful.  The first inning was 84 degrees and breezy and by the time of they set off the fireworks it was 84 and breezy.  I consider that a perfect evening.

The game was by no means a good one, but it was fun if you’re a Toros fan.  The final score was 12-4 with seven of those runs scored by the Toros in the seventh inning. 

In a moment of inspired Americana, a barbership group consisting of about 20 gentlemen, considerably more than a quartet, sang both the National Anthem and Take Me Out To The Ball Game.  They were delightful.

Sassy and The Bandit each had baseballs autographed by the ball players.  Absolutely none of them is legible, but then again, have you ever tried to write legibly on a sphere?  Sassy even got a photo take with the mascot, Tuffy.

We don’t have a picture with The Bandit and Tuffy.  That’s because this is what he was doing by the 6th inning.  Thank goodness it wasn’t hot out or I’d have been miserable.  That’s me he’s lounging on.

The fireworks were outstanding, but the booming and popping is really, really loud.  It’s right next to the zoo.  I sincerely wonder what the animals think.  I can only imagine the lions are bald and the peacocks featherless.

Last night was Kelli’s 40th birthday.  I took copious notes about her party – all of which I will share with you tomorrow.  Every dirty detail.  Don’t get too excited – it was a 40th birthday not her 25th – which was a lot more interesting – I assure you.  However, I did take good notes and there are embarrassing moments to share – and not all of them are about me for once.