Well, now I’ve really gone and done it. The kids, the dog and I drove from New York to Omaha. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Well, actually, so far it’s still a pretty good idea. First stop was Cleveland. It was touch and go, because we were trying to (a) drive from New York to Cleveland, (b) drop off Olive at the Inn To Pets (get it? Inn To Pets?), and (c) find Progressive Field in time for a 7:05 game between the mighty Cleveland Indians and the Seattle Mariners. This is all part of Joseph’s lifetime plan to visit every major league baseball field in North America. He’s starting with the American League. Carrie and I are keeping him company and hoping for good local food to break up all that baseball.
Look at Progressive Field! Isn’t it pretty? We partook of the many delights of small-market baseball. I am not being sarcastic–it was delightful. I never got why the sportscasters made such a big deal out of other teams playing in Yankee Stadium or Fenway Park, and talking about how impressive and intimidating the experience could be for rookies; it always seemed more than a little patronizing to me. The big leagues are the big leagues, right? Well, I get it now. Watching the Indians play the Mariners was a lot mellower, and not nearly so noisy, as a typical evening in Yankee Stadium.
I know you are dying to know who threw out the first pitch?
(Captain Morgan. Assisted by two hootchy mamas. Fun for the whole family!)
The Indians’ mascots include 3 hot dogs, Ketchup, Mustard, and Onion. FYI.
The evening was capped with a rock and roll sing along with fireworks. We almost didn’t stay, due to the understandable fear of some in our party that Mommy would probably not be able to refrain from singing along. But hey–fireworks. We were figuring on some cute little small-market fireworks.
But it was AWESOME. We have never inhaled so much sulphurous smoke— fantastic!
I really enjoyed the graphics, different for each of 40 or so songs, and perfectly synchronized with the audio. Clearly somebody had a lot of fun on the computer.
And the music was so loud that any embarrassing parental full-voice singing was completely obliterated.
So far there have not been nearly enough knitting opportunities, Frankly I’m feeling deprived. Today I stopped by ever-welcoming String of Purls, ostensibly to pick up some pointier needles for the Bottom-Up Birch I just started, but really just to see some knitting, knitters and yarn before we have to hit the road again for the return trip.
Next up: the city of broad shoulders, and Olive Haz Cousins.