Loghead: It's my wife's fault - or - we've created a monster, but on a much happier note than the last post.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

It's my wife's fault - or - we've created a monster, but on a much happier note than the last post.

She's only been a fan of baseball now for a little less than a week, and we have already had her at two games.

We were all a little burned out from storm clean-up, so we decided to take a day off and go to another ball game.

Her she is waiting for the train.

Busch stadium number three.

Wife and daughter getting tickets.
Now, I have never bought a major league baseball ticket.
Even though I have been to all three Busch Stadiums since the 60's, I have never purchased a ticket.
To the First Busch Stadium, I would have gone with my parents and a Cub Scout game. Barely remember it, but we do have a pennant from it.

Went with a cousin from England to one at stadium 2.
Didn't buy a ticket for that one either. She got picked up in a bar, he bought tickets on the street and we insisted I, the non-baseball-lover, go with her as chaperon. Yea, me!

And first time at this new stadium we were given tickets to the club house.
So, I almost fainted when I found out the actual price of a ticket. You almost had to give me one of the twelve dollar 4oz beers to keep me upright.

But in we went.

We arrived sometime in the third inning. Just in time to see. . . . .

. . . going. . . going . . .

. . . GONE!

Just in time to see her favorite (two ball games and she already has a favorite) hit a home run.

Her sandlot favorite.

We were also lucky enough to be at the game that also had . . . .

. . . 'Kids run the bases' event going on.

So we lined up with probably several thousand (no probably about it) other kids to run the bases.
(So many kids that Fred Bird had to go rest his 'high five' hand before we got to him.)