Root, root, root for the home team...!!!

Mooly said, "Take me out to the ballgame!"  So we did.  The Rangers were playing the Yankees, Mooly's second favorite team in the American league (her two favorite baseball boyfriends, Derek Jeter and A-Rod, play for the Yankees).  PLUS they were having fireworks after the game.  Who can say no to that?  Not us.

Mooly got us tickets behind right field, way down there...

At first, they seemed like great seats.  We could see all the players, and there was a good chance we'd get some home runs hit our way (even though I think the girl sitting in front of me, the one who brought her baseball mitt, would probably have knocked me out if one had come our way).  But let me tell you, it was HOT!  Too hot to handle.  

So, after the 3rd inning, we moved.  Way up here.  So much better!  We could feel the breeze outside the stadium.  We could see the entire field.  The only downside was that it was impossible to tell if a ball hit our direction was a home run or a caught fly, but the crowd usually gave us an answer pretty fast.

Mooly spent most of the game looking through her binoculars.  Once, I asked her a question about how a particular pitch looked up close, she said, "Oh, I wasn't paying attention.  I was watching A-Rod."  I'm pretty sure that's when Daddy gave her this look.

We did our very best to be good fans.  Mooly bought CrackerJacks.  I had a pretzel.  We yelled, "CHARGE!"  We did the wave.  We boo-ed.  We woo-hoo-ed.  Then the 9th inning came and went.  Tie game.  We stayed.  10th inning.  We stayed.  11th inning.  It was past midnight.  I had to get up early the next morning to go to a Red Cross Coach's certification.  So we left.

We did listen to the game in the car on the way home though.  In the bottom of the 13th inning, Nelson Cruz, the first batter up, hammered the first pitch he saw over the fence.  Walk off home run to win the game!  We woo-hoo-ed in the car.

I was very, very tired the next morning and I did NOT want to get up and go to my class.  But I did.  The teacher never even showed up.  And so it goes.