Ebeth and Jennie are two of my favorite people to be at a ballgame with, so when Ebeth called and said they were going to Wednesday's game, I said count me in.
It was a beautiful evening to be at the park, golden sunshine through most of the game as the sun slowly set over the left field stands, warm so a jacket wasn't necessary until the last few innings.
We sat right behind home plate, location courtesy of Ebeth's new buddy, one of the umps. It's a strange place to sit, the sound of the PA is totally distorted and you can't hear the chatter on the field the way you do sitting along the base paths.
I had to laugh when a wild pitch was let loose, as the pitchers charting the pitches right in front of us all flinched as much as anyone else. Yo, guys, there's a screen there! And you should be used to seeing a hardball flying right at you. Especially the way some of you pitch.
Ebeth and Jennie always complain about how subdued the Binghamton fans are, but when their dads started cheering and hollering, they could have died of embarassment. I guess it's okay if other people's parents act up, just not yours.
Ebeth and Jennie didn't bring their usual signs with them, so that seemed a little strange. When I first met them, they were toting banners to "motivate" an opposing player. They expanded that to include other players on their player's team. Finally they started making ones for the home team. Too bad they didn't have the banners, because where we were sitting would have been great to display them while the guys were on defense.
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