On Thursday, Jason sent me an email asking I wanted to go to the Braves game on Friday night. He was able to get some tickets through his job. I thought it sounded like a perfect Friday night activity. I don’t really follow baseball. And by really I mean that I don’t follow it at all. I always root for the Braves though, unless they are playing my home team, the Baltimore Orioles. And what do you know, they were playing the Orioles all weekend!
(Though the area of Maryland that I am from is much closer to DC than Baltimore, I root for the Orioles because the Washington Nationals formed as a team after I moved away from the area. So I have no allegiance to them.)
We had pretty good seats, right behind home plate!
I actually really felt somewhat conflicted about who to root for, so I basically was happy when either team scored. I don’t discriminate!
The food options at Turner Field leave something to be desired unless you go into the Chophouse or the 755 Club, so we ended up splitting a soft pretzel and drinking some cheap beer. Typical baseball fare, I suppose. We left at the top of the 9th inning so we wouldn’t have to sit in traffic on the way out. There were fireworks after the game that we could still see as we were walking to our car.
And I don’t know what this is, but I thought it was cool.
Do you go to baseball games often? What’s your favorite team? The Braves won, by the way.