We had three first-timers that night. Hsin, sadly, fouled, so we drank that bottle without much fanfare. Owen had an infield pop-up, much to his dismay. That bottle went down quickly, too. But Dawn? Pop! Right over the fence.
Dawn, Owen and Jennie clamored right around the fence to mark the cork in the wilds beyond Champagne Field.
Owen thought it was the perfect opportunity to give Jennie a tutorial on the finer points of Hopping A Fence.
Foot up . . .
Oh, don't worry, Jennie. The grass is much greener on this side of the fence.