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WIth having a relatively quiet week planned - in anticipation of a party at the weekend, it was something of a nice surprise to be offered some free tickets for a baseball game this evening - and naturally i jumped at the chance. Having been to a couple of games last year and found them pretty enjoyable, i was very happy to renew my acquaintance, particularly after my softball-playing exploits of recent months. Once thing that amuses is that a lot of Americans i've spoken to on the subject moan that the game is too slow. I tell them that they should watch cricket where one innings can take a day and a half - and then they'd understand why it's pretty fast-paced. Anyway, another major reason for going along is being able to use it as an excuse to sit in the sun and hot temperatures (at 7pm, it was still 29C), to relax and enjoy myself.

The game itself was reasonable - when we (myself and a colleague) were leaving, the game was (alas) 5-2 against Charleston with 1 and a half innings left - but given that it was 9.30 and we were both tired, we figured what the hell. Well, it might have been that or the consumption of alcohol - the next time i go, i really should remember that 32oz beers are NOT a pint and that drinking three of them is almost certainly gonna give me a hangover the next day. Still, it was good to wash down the boiled peanuts with (something of a Southern thing but absolutely delicios, let me tell you). And as for the Seventh inning stretch? Well, it's merely a time when everyone gets up, stretches and (if you REALLY want) sings an old baseball tune off-key. Remind me to bring ear-plugs next time.