Take Me Out to the Ballgame...

...just please don't make me watch what is happening on the field!! Mike and I are something like a combined 0-12 watching our beloved, beleaguered Phillies in the confines of their beautiful new ballpark. Last night, our first game of the season, we arrived at the park early and enjoyed a surprisingly tasty dinner under the left field scoreboard before the game, at Harry the K's, and basked in the early-evening warmth. It was delightful. What can I say? We love baseball.

Let's just say that once the game started, things went horribly, terribly wrong. But at least I got to see my favorite Phillie, David Bell, hit a two-run shot. It's the little things on a night like that.

I can't write very poetically about baseball, and why I love it so much. I'll leave that to Roger Angell.

But if nothing else, last night's adventure gave rise to a hilarious cab-ride home from South Philly (we couldn't even wait for the subway, we were that desperate to escape.) Our driver asked if the game was over. We said, "No, but it was 16-4 Mets in the seventh inning, so we decided to leave."

"Sixteen to WHAT???," he shrieked in disbelief. "Sixteen to WHAT??"

Exactly.