I'm not going to pretend to be a sports fan, because I'm not. I have been, and can be, but right now I'm not putting any effort, mental or otherwise, into rooting for the home team. Or any team.
I do however, always enjoy a day at the ballpark. And really love Petco Park. It's pretty damn sweet. I doubt there is a ballpark anywhere else that has better beer choices. And the great seats that my mom scored for the opening day game? Well there was a waiter and a pretty amazing menu to choose from. I could have ordered hot green tea and hummus and carrots if I'd wanted to. But I stuck with the traditional peanuts and beer. And got off my arse to fetch them myself too. But I coulda.
Before the game started we were serenaded by these rocking friars.
But we were anxious to get in there.
So we got out our tickets, pushed through the turnstile, grabbed our free opening day t-shirts,
and found our way to our seats. Below was our view. We were 5 seats from the press boxes, so you know this is basically the best place to view the game. Maybe you think it's more fun to be lower down, closer to the field. But for seeing the execution of every play? This is the spot. (Ha, too bad it was wasted on me, because I was not watching every play. I was talking, which I know is shocking.)
which was unfurled out there in left/center field. That sucker is BIG.
The game was actually quite good. The parts I watched, anyway. And I had a good time going down to where the poor masses watch the game to find my older girls. Their dad had taken them to the game, and it was fun and strange to pop in on them.
We opted to leave a bit early, which in hindsight might have been premature because the Pads kept on scoring.
But, be that as it may, after an in-park photo op,