Allow me to preface this by saying that I am not much of a sports fan. I confuse some team names and what city they belong to and the sport they play. I definitely don't know all the rules of football, baseball, basketball, or whatever. But there are some things I've picked up, one of which is that to stay out of the completely unfriendly-competition-slash-pissing-contest rivalry between the Red Sox and the Yankees, I have declared myself a Mets fan. Because, well, why not. Paul grew up a Yankees fan and says I'm allowed to stay in the house this way, and our Red Sox fan friends don't actually yell at me.
So last week, a friend of ours offered us two free tickets to the Yankees/Royals game this past Sunday. Okay, not just tickets. GOOD tickets. Right behind home plate. In Row F. And, hello, free! These are season tickets that go for over $100 each. So of course we went!
The players were so close they could actually hear us and see us (unlike fruitless yelling at the tv). Not that I did much yelling at players, because I don't want to be rude. And I'm getting quieter in my old age. But if I wanted to, I could.
Our ticket-enriched friend Chris and our other friend Amanda:
The stars of this blog, Paul and Stephanie (no yarn was taken to this baseball game):
All in all we had a great time.
Even though now I look like this:
Yup. I'm rockin' a sunburn. Again. No, no I do not learn. I can't wait to see which body part writes me a note about it this time.