Battle Ground, Washington

Hooked up with Joe, Carol, and Dennis at PGE Park to watch the woeful Portland Beavers take on Tucson. Almost immediately a pitch was fouled back right at us, and Joe out-scrambled several others to win the Rawlings baseball. (He passed it around the group before giving it to some kids seated nearby.)

The Beaver pitching was poor and the batting worse, but who cares, really? When was the last time anybody went to a minor league baseball game and gave a hoot about the outcome? This was $1 beer night and a chance to hang out with friends, and we all had a darn good time doing it. The baseball game was purely incidental. (Of course if this had been a Steelers game and loss, I would’ve killed somebody in the parking lot. Hehe.)