Thursday, June 01, 2006

The Great American Pastime

This past Sunday I went to my first game at the Cincinnati Reds’ Great American Ball Park. We had box seats and passes to a restaurant overlooking the field. The seats were almost as good as the game.
The Reds won on a walk-off two-run homer in the bottom of the 9th, but the best part of the game, by far, was when the Reds’ manager got tossed. There is nothing quite like watching a senior citizen in Pajama’s yelling at a stuff-shirted bubble-butted umpire.

Ah…the Great American Pastime. If the hotdogs were under 6-bucks, I’d be tempted to go more often.

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