ah, the sights and sounds of a baseball game. the cheer of the crowd, the crack of the bat, the echo from the sound system. ok, when it's at a field as small as centennial (and even when it's not), we know it's really all about the food -- popcorn, sno-cones, peanuts, ice cream, hot dogs, fries, beer (not really a food), dippin' dots (not really a food either).
last night was 25 cent hot dog night at centennial. and the lake monsters were playing the Lowell Spinners, the Red Sox farm team. how could i go wrong? at first I couldn't decide which team to cheer for, but then i decided i'd root for whichever team could break the tie. and then i decided that 9:30 was way past this 30 year old's bed time, and left during the 8th inning. i heard the game went way long, and i still don't even know who won. truthfully, i don't really care. i got a 50 cent dinner out of the evening, and i'm happy.
Still fighting the fight!!!
1 year ago