The Good:
- Unlike my last daytime trip to Citizens Bank Park, today’s game started early enough (1:05 p.m.) that I got to enjoy Section 211’s shade. And, Peace Almighty, there was some cloud cover. It even sprinkled (for about a minute).
- The two seats to the right of me were empty. Room to breathe! So, this is how Manifest Destiny felt?
- The vendor pushing Minute Maid frozen lemonade came early—in the second inning—before I’d even polished off my opening Victory Hop Devil. Hops and frozen lemonade aren’t a bad pairing. Who knew?
- I’m really bonding with the people on my ticket plan in my section. It’s “fun” that we’re constantly blocking each other’s sight lines to home plate. Gallows humor reigns.
- Cole Hamels pitched well.
The Bad:
- The Phillies had no offense. There were huge patches of time when there was absolutely nothing to cheer. Hmph.
- The SPF 70, which (irony?) I probably didn’t even need, left me with a pasty, clammy look. Sexy!
- The man to the left of me, in flip flops, had athlete’s foot. (Not a bad case. Yet. I’m sure he won’t die from it, anyway.)
- I dozed off—really!—in the top of the sixth inning. When I woke up, I thought I’d missed the whole dang inning. I hope I didn’t snore.
- As much as I like my section-mates, I’m pretty sure the Man of My Dreams™ isn’t there. And to be truthful, I don’t really, er, enjoy the woman in Row 5 who pulls her ponytail through the back of her ballcap. She has ants in her pant, and I’m trying to see around her. I move left, so does she. I lean forward, so does she. Maybe we’re psychically linked?
- The Phils lost, 3-0.
- I left my umbrella at the ballpark. Tomorrow’s forecast calls for rain.