The husband was offered some nice seats to Monday night’s baseball game–Padres v. Phillies. Very nice seats, actually:

Sorry for the wicked flaring, but that was taken with my hand shielding the lens as much as possible. When the sun is setting, watching batting practice takes more brim than any hat provides.

Anyway, that’s five rows from the field. Nice. Only problem was that one of my favorite players didn’t play–Dave Roberts. Actually, he pinch-hit (what is the correct past tense of that?) in a late inning, after we left. Darn. We left in the middle of the 7th, with the Padres behind and looking a bit sad. Of course, in the bottom of the 7th they had a great inning and took the lead. But it was late and bed was calling–oh well.
Unfortunately, such fantastic seats (free too) have now spoiled me to the cheap ones. When you are that close to the action, it really does change the game. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I won’t go if I can’t get that close, but it does mean I’ll pay too damn much for a ticket to get as close as I can.