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Monday, May 14, 2012

Just another day at the ballpark.

PNC Park.

I chose to spend Mother's Day at PNC Park watching the good ol' Pirates play. The third grade chorus at Lauren's school was scheduled to sing the National Anthem, plus it was double giveaway day - traditional Pirate jerseys for the kids and a special pink trimmed ones for moms. At $9 a ticket, it sounded like a great way to celebrate my fantastic mothering skills.

I have discovered in twenty years of moving around a ball park, that the knowledge of the game is usually in inverse proportion to the price of the seats.

That was until I got the tickets and found that our seats were the next to the last row in the park. Nonetheless, this ended up being a lucky turn of events because the weather delivered a constant drizzle the entire day. So even though it seemed like we were sitting somewhere out in the parking lot, we stayed nice and dry under the overhang that covers the grandstand.

 Lauren, Lysandra and Siera.

It was also lucky because a couple of Lauren's classmates were sitting right next to us. Sitting with your friends makes a boring baseball game a lot more bearable.

 Watching the game.

 It is said that baseball is a thinking man's game. She's thinking, "I could go for some cotton candy right now."

Us at the ballpark.

Here's Mark and I huddled together pretending that we don't know the girls behind us that keep chanting "WE WANT COTTON CANDY!" at the top of their lungs.

Enjoying cotton candy.

Thankfully, the cotton candy vendor donned his oxygen tank and hired Sherpa so that he could climb all the way up to our section and sell us a bag for the bargain price of $5.

Laughing at daddy.

There are many famous quotes about the game of baseball, but none truer than "He who laughs last, gets the cotton candy."

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