I got a little distracted from the Mets this weekend as I was at two baseball games, in two different states, in under 24 hours. My baseball adventure started Saturday evening in Bowie, Maryland. There are two things I feel like I am always saying on this site, one is the Mets need momentum, and the other is if you have never gone to a Minor League game, go already. I am a huge minor league fan and the Bowie Baysox were having their world record night. They tried to break most people playing the kazoo at the same time and then highest pizza toss.
With as many minor league games as I go to, I have never been involved in a game, caught a foul ball or caught any free items thrown into the stands. One of those things changed on Saturday. During one of the free T-shirt tosses, I stood, up not expecting anything, waved my arms, not really enthusiastically because I never win anything and I never expect to win anything and the next thing I know I have a T-shirt in my arms. The way it was thrown, I could have been sitting down and not paying attention and it would have just dropped in my lap. The shirt had the logo for a new public service announcement about keeping the Emerald Ash Borer out of the state. (The Shirt says Maryland is for Crabs…Not Emerald Ash Borer).
The Baysox beat the Fishercats on Saturday 9-6 and the team does something really cool when they win. When they win, they take plush baseballs and they throw them in the crowd. Its really cool that the team does that because I am all about minor baseball interacting with the community that they are in.
I got back from that game around midnight (after some great Minor League fireworks!) and then got ready for part II.
I hate admitting this, but as big as a baseball fan as I am, I have never gone to Yankee Stadium. And that was changed on Sunday. For a while now, my family had a tripped planned, so at around 5:15 in the morning we got on a bus and headed north. It was really something to see Monument park, to hear the roll call and see a game at Yankee Stadium.After waiting for Monument Park (I've been to Cooperstown and it feels like walking through a mini-Cooperstown), I rushed over to the third base foul pole. The white spot was washed off already. I didn't root for the Yankees, but it was such a different feeling at a baseball game being at Yankee stadium. (Later this week I should be posting pictures of both trips).
The only thing that would have made these trips better is the Mets winning on Sunday, so besides being a Mets fan, this was an amazing baseball weekend.
