Jeff and I went to a Giants baseball game on Thursday night (vs. the San Diego Padres) and witnessed Barry Bonds’ home run #722. (We declined the free I was there
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It was a pretty good game, actually. We went with the knitting gang from work (plus a few non-knitting friends and husbands) and enjoyed the weather and the great view from the ballpark over San Francisco Bay. Apparently, according to people who follow these things, the Padres were number one this season and the Giants number two. It should have been a fairly boring game, but the Giants made nine points over the first eight innings and the Padres none whatsoever. The Giants fell apart in the top of the ninth and allowed the Padres three points, but the Giants’ win was still a foregone conclusion.
And that’s about as much sports reporting as you’ll have from me in a long time. I hadn’t seen a baseball game in years, and it was nice to find that I enjoyed it more than when I was a kid. Still, I think this is one experience in my life that is better appreciated for its rarity.
T and B says:
LOL, I was getting a little concerned there...I thought your evil, sports-loving doppelganger had taken over your blog.
Alita says:
Excellent sports reporting, but there is one wee thing that you'll have to forgive me for mentioning: the term you want is "runs" (as opposed to "points").
I do love that you went with "the knitting gang" -- that sounds like the best kind.
Laurabelle says:
Alita: I would hate to sound like I know what I'm talking about.
The knitting gang is a group of women (and one man, who happens to be gay) who like to meet at lunch and knit. This has been my primary means of making friends at work.
It's nice to have a bunch of women friends, for example when my engagement ring came and I made them all squee. :-)