Back in the day, I was the BIGGEST baseball fan. I would religiously watch the De-backs every night (Third grade homework was much less time-consuming…those were the days). I could give anyone a detailed explanation of the game. I played the sport closest to it—softball—and took it very seriously.
But junior high came and I was girlified and baseball exited
my life. But the other week I relived those baseball glory days of my youth.
McAfee was gracious enough to send all the interns to a
Giants game. And not just any Giants game—the Battle of the Bay versus the A’s.
So for the first time in six years, I went to a MLB game.
And can I tell you! Ballpark food is pretty darn awesome.
McAfee also gave us food credit (so spoiled) so I made sure to try a myriad of
items including a polish dog covered in sauerkraut and ranch, fry bread with
cookie butter (converted!), and garlic fries. It was a meal I affectionately
refer to as the “kiss of death.”
I died of happiness as I joined along in the cheers. Though I
had to restrain myself from saying “BYU” instead of “Giants”. #colorguardprobs
As for the baseball, embarrassingly I am not the expert I
used to be. I mixed up the ump signals for ball and strike. It took me a bit of
time to remember what RBI stood for. Yeah, I was a bit rusty.
In the end, the Giants won! (Haha A’s and Dodgers fans!) It
was a good night at the ballpark.
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This is so cute! Love it.
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