You've Got Balls...

I am a bit more than disappointed with PNC Park. Our seats were fabulous. We were 3 rows back from the rail in the first and second seats on the second level. No complaints there. We were foot steps from the ladies room, which is very helpful when you are waiting patiently for something to happen, and you are wearing white! And we were only a few steps further away from what used to be the stand that had "THE NACHOS" Please note I said USED TO...

Now let me tell you about these nachos...they were your typical corn chip with bbq chicken or beef. Nacho cheese, peppers of the red, and jalapeno variety, and some onions. Piled high in the paper tray that held their glory. My mouth is watering just thinking about them. Yeah...

Last night Jake went to retrive them for me only to return to tell me the "all American" stand has been replaced with a Wok. No, I am not kidding...Chinese food at a baseball game. Now I know the palet has changed. We are no longer satisfied with buttered popcorn at the movies, or myster meat hot dogs at the ball game...but really, Chinese? Are you serious? Now they did have nachos...but they were Asian nachos...which were really fried wanton skins with CUCUMBER CHUTNEY! No wonder no one in our section had nachos, but I did smell some General Tso's. Needless to say, I was less than thrilled with the cuisine last night.

It was a game full of pop up foul balls however, so it was no surprise when our section was pummeled under 6-7 of them. Cooler yet was when the guy 6 seats down from me stood up and caugh one bare hand. In all the games from the Norwich Navigators minor league, to our visit to Jacob's Field, to our many visits to Three Rivers and PNC Park have we ever been in a section that has gotten a foul ball much less it having been in the same row! Hoots and hollers were heard all around.

At the bottom of the 7th inning when we were loosing 6-1 I said "lets go home" but Jake wanted to stay to the bitter end. Then things got really interesting. In the 8th inning, Jason Bay is up to bat. He hits a foul ball "Head up" we hear from the attendant and I look up in the air. Above me I see the ball in the air, but it looks like its going to the left. No, wait it's coming back. "THUD" it wacked the plexiglass door and came shooting back at us.

I twisted my body and the next thing I know I have my hand on the ball, and people are stepping on me and around me. I yelled "I GOT IT I GOT THE BALL" and the people started to back off. It was so cool. The ball now sits on my desk, the black bruise from where bat met leather showing prominently. My smile, larger than my husbands because the odds of me ever getting a foul ball in the bottom of the 8th inning...well lets just say...I don't often beat the odds...