An
Evening at the Ball Park
September 22, 2004
When Joe learned that I was not only a couch
potato but also was not a baseball fan, he took my conversion as a direct
challenge. For almost a year he has plotted to get me to Petco Park, where he
has season tickets, to see a Padres game. This has been similar to avoiding a
root canal. As much as you try to run, eventually you're going to have to sit in
the chair and take good drugs afterward.
Little did I know that I'd really enjoy the
evening, despite the rocky start. Given that Diana had The Work Day From Hell
and that we'd have dinner at the worst restaurant I've ever eaten at in San
Diego in thirty-four years, the evening turned out really spectacular. (The
restaurant is called Rockin' Baja Lobster and I strongly recommend you avoid not
only the restaurant (because the food absolutely sucks) but also the server,
Heidi, an abrasive little shit with a bad memory.)
Here are some of the photos from the evening.
Kudos to Joe and Seren for making us, if not enthusiastic Padres fans, at least
people who look forward to attending another baseball game at Petco Park. Our
thanks to you, Joe!
(as usual, click on the little
picture to see the big picture)
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