Take me out to the ballgame… but check the weather first.
Months ago, I acquired tickets to watch my hometown Tigers play the 2010 World Champion San Francisco Giants. The Giants are my favorite National League baseball team, and if not for interleague play, I’d never have gotten to see them in person. To satisfy hubby who’s itching to catch a foul ball, I sat us along the third base line. I was particularly glad of this arrangement, as it got me closer to Cody Ross, one of my favorite Giants:
It had been beastly hot that day (July 2), as Michigan goes. The announcer before the game told us our official temp at 7:00pm was 97 degrees. We all cheered and congratulated ourselves on being such dedicated baseball fans (if not the sort of fan that cools the air.)
We had apparently gotten rain at home as well, but by about 9:30, shortly after we arrived home, everything was glowing pink. This picture is of the eastern sky:
So, the garden was the Good (as noted yesterday), the baseball weather was the Bad. The Ugly? Final score, after play resumed at 10:45, 15-3, San Francisco.