No, I’m not referring to knitting, but to baseball. I screwed up somewhat today. It was (still is, actually) a glorious day in the Puget Sound area. In honor of my first day off in 7 days, my husband and I went to the Tacoma Rainiers baseball game this afternoon. It was in the mid to high 70’s, clear skies, a hint of a breeze, and just a perfect way to spend the afternoon.
I really love our local minor league ball club. It’s close to home, and just seems more like what baseball should be. There is the really cute mascot, Rhubarb the Reindeer, who is all over the stands for the whole game. There are the cute boys dressed up in baseball outfits running all over the field. It’s more unpredictable than going to a Mariners game. When a major league batter whacks a pop fly into left field, the guy out there almost always catches it. Boring. With AAA ball, sometimes they catch them, sometimes they don’t. They don’t always get the obviously “easy” double plays either. Our home team won today, which made it even sweeter.
Then there are the between-inning activities to keep people glued to their seats rather than out at the beer stand. My favorite is the one where all the little kids line up on one side of the field with Rhubarb, and they race across the field to the next exit. The kids love it, and occasionally there are a few adults too. A close second is the Chicken Dance. Those of you from the Midwest know what this is: I’m originally from North Dakota, and you are not legally married there until they have played this song at your wedding dance. The college age kids working as ushers etc. get up on the dugout roofs and lead the crowd in performing this very dignified dance. They do this every game, all season. I certainly hope they get paid well.
The tickets are cheap; a beer costs more than the price of admission. Heck, a hotdog almost costs more than the ticket. All in all, a great way to spend an afternoon.
So how did I screw up? I forgot my camera. What a perfect blog photo shoot! I took my knitting bag and did a little knitting off and on during the game. Here is a photo of my DBKP (Designated Ballpark Knitting Project):
And a close up:
Of course, now we have to go to another game soon, so I can get pictures. There really is very little that is more fun than sitting at the ballpark on a beautiful afternoon, beer in one hand, knitting needles at the ready.