I attended a game last night. No, not a geek game like Dungeons and Dragons or anything like that. A baseball game.
No, really.
It was a minor league game, the Worcestor Tornadoes. They played some other team that won the game and yet I still can't remember them at all.
It was fun. The local community sponsored many family-oriented events. It was free ball-cap night. And it was my wife's first real baseball game, so she had fun too, and started talking about return visits as we were leaving, even though our team had lost.
It was plain all throughout the game that it was minors, and that most of these people would never graduate to the majors. But it was still a good game, with a final score of 4 to 2, in favor of whoever the other guys were. "Rox." They were called "The Rox." I can't remember the name of the city.
The sad thing is that our team lost to a team called "The Rox." Also, The Rox had a player whose last name was Thigpen, and I assure you I chuckled merrily to myself every time his name was announced. You know he had a hard time in school. Ironically, his uniform stayed clean the whole time, despite the infield dirt and the fact that it was gently raining a good part of the time that the game was going on.
Maybe that's why they won.
