There was a crooked man who had a crooked smile.
He wanted to watch a ballgame so he drove a crooked mile.
Actually, more like twenty. And no, that isn't purple I'm sporting.
But then again it isn't - shudder - Sedona Red, either.
Please pardon the substandard imagery, I'm a rank amateur.
Truly, the quintessential minor league facilities.
Not partisan at the gates, they let any ol' riffraff in. Which explains my access, and also others of my ilk who insisted on having me take their pictures while displaying profane gestures.
That last one may be the number of progeny expected. He hopes.
I have to admit that this was not my primary target game. In fact, hitting a game at all was a spontaneous decision. But the first choice started an hour earlier and I knew I'd be late - which some consider a faux pas. So when I saw that this one started an hour later I went for it - and was still late...
Hello, Maria. You know what's coming, don't you?
Great views all around. You're never far removed from a line of sight with the field.
OK, found my seat - which, at $21 on game day was one dollar more than the deck above me.
I originally thought I'd have no problem getting a lawn seat ($8) but the box office told me they were sold out.
Aw, c'mon - I can still see green spaces!
One more check of the range and aim...
...and it's time for the money shot.
Just for you!
There was, of course, fallout from such a gluttonous exhibition. There always is.
Oh, right - the game, and those who played it.
I didn't snap up a program, so you're going to have to identify yer particular heroes with your own investigative skills.
I noticed more than a few sport the the "knee high socks". Is that a sign of rank, or just a style thing?
Hey, whatever works.
Personally, I think the New Balance cleats look like cheap running shoes. But I'm also firmly form following function, so - again - whatever works.
This tilt really didn't go anywhere right away, until...
.But then the desire for bragging rights seemed to take hold of the Rox, and things got interesting.
There is no intended correlation between the individuals pictured and the score changes, so don't go gettin' technical with me. Yo.
There were some close plays, which required instinctive camerawork regarding timing and placement.
Uhh, I thought that was going to be taken care of.
Here's one for a caption contest.
Here's a true baseball name...
I recall a Schmidt who at one time was indeed gold.
This game seemed in hand.
But then Arizona regrouped.
And before you could say "DON BAYLOR KNOWS, DON'T ARGUE!" ...
...the outcome was once again in question.
Something about the name "Buckner" evokes memories of certainties lost.
However, in the end (finally, sheesh!) bragging rights were indeed bestowed upon the Rox.
And, by extension, the Row.
Enjoy them to the fullest.
BTW, the batting images were catch - as - catch can.
I'm just glad these folks were as calm as they were.