I went to the game, everybody. It was cool. Especially weather-wise. For most of the game, I focused on how nice the weather was and not how terrible the game was going. Eventually the Padres ended up clinching yet another series.
I'm just reading my notes here:
First inning: Weather sure is great today.
Top 2: Weather sure is great.
Top 3: Weather... great.
Bottom 3: Bases loaded, nobody out; Venable up.... hmm. Weather sure is great.
Top 4: I ate a hot dog. The bun to dog ratio was way off. Too much bun. The weather, though? Great.
Bot 5: Hey now! Baker ties it up! Weather's great! Parrino takes the lead! WEATHER! Everth adds on: weather still good. Everth steals third and scores. Hands hurt from clapping. Weather's good.
Still bot 5: Weapon X owns. Chase owns! Alonsowns! The Friar hangs a snowman in the 5th, despite how great the weather is.
After the Pad Squad threw merch into the crowd, a rogue 'Squadder threw more stuff into my section. A squishy ball landed in my row and I snagged it up. Maybe the only time something like that has landed in my row in two years.
It was Mexican Independence Day, so I guess that's cool, too.
Top 8: How 'bout that weather?
The attendace: 22k. I'd say San Diego was a football town, but the Bolts hard a hard time selling out, too. They won by the way. Way to go, SD bawl spoarts.
I left my section to head down to the field level at the end of the 8th, ending up right behind the Padres dugout. I was ready for a walk-off. And a walk-off I did receive. It's cool to sit behind all the guys standing up against the railing, cheering for a victory. It's almost.... almost... like you're in the dugout. A Padre threw me a baseball after the game ended, too, so today's ball count was two; I got two balls today.
See you next time.