Have you ever had one of those days where everything seemed right with the world? I hope so, because that's one of the many things that makes life worth living.
It was a gorgeous night as we headed out to Coveleski Stadium, AKA The Cove. We drove Blacky (Ken's Mustang convertible) and put the top down. I don't usually like my hair blowing around a bunch, but it was a perfect night for it and I just didn't give a flip!
As you can see, plenty of other people also thought it was a fine night for a ball game, and it was a big crowd. I'm happy to say that the Silverhawks have a lot of support in our little city, and in hearing the conversations around us, a lot of folks REALLY follow the team and know all their names, etc. I'm definitely a casual fan--I always enjoy going to the games and cheering for the Hawks, but I'm far from being a Susan Sarandon/Bull Durham kind of fan!
The Hawks hosted a very special guest last night, the San Diego Chicken. Probably the most well-known mascot in all of sports, the Chicken is surprisingly entertaining! It was fun to see him get into "fights" with the umps, and kick sand on their feet with his chicken legs. One of the fun things about minor league ball is how relaxed and fun it is. I mean, I know the players want to win, but they do fun and silly stuff to keep the crowd entertained. At one point, they had a fake Quad Cities player out there that the Chicken beat up...the "player" came out later wearing a neck brace. The Chicken also mauled the "catcher" of the Quad Cities team, and it was all just so goofy...but still a lot of fun!
And yes, they had the produce race! As you can see, the broccoli won hands down. It seems that it's just broccoli and corn now--I could have sworn they used to have a carrot.
After a hard won victory, Broccoli walks off the field, followed by Swoop, the Hawks' mascot.
Well done, Broccoli, well done.
We were also treated to fireworks at the end of the game, and I got some good shots that I'll save for another entry. I wanted to share my pictures of my special night of invisibility, due to my camouflage capris.
Here I am, setting my cool beverage into the cup holder. I should say, here's my HAND, because it's not all of me, obviously!
Here are my "empty" sandals. They look "empty," but my feet are in them...you just can't see them! You can sort of see the impression of my feet, though.
One thing I discovered is that being invisible isn't always fun and games. At one point, a big guy was trying to get a closer seat, and he almost sat on me because he couldn't see me! He was a little startled when I pushed him away and said, "Hey Bub, this seat is taken!" *
After a great evening at the ball park, Philly cheesesteaks, and fireworks, we headed home. It was still nice enough that we could put the top down again, so we cranked up some Kid Rock tunes and sang along. It was just a perfect night. I hope all of you started your weekends on such a high note, and that they only get better!
Ken snapped a picture of the invisible me getting out of the car when we got home. Isn't it eerie how my purse seems to float in midair?!
*This is a complete fabrication. No such person almost sat on me.