Boobs and Baseball

When thinking about the title of this blog post, I realized that people might think I was talking about the L.A. Dodgers. And most guys would think that those two things, along with beer, would make the ultimate combination. But no, I am referring to an event I attended with my children last week. Saturday night I took the kids to ‘Pack the Park Pink’ night at the Salt Lake Bees game. It was a double-header against the Reno Aces, and the Bees had collaborated with the Huntsman Cancer Institute to raise awareness and funds for breast cancer awareness.
Any time you are holding an event that relates to breast cancer, you will see all kinds of t-shirts, hats and signs that make references to ‘boobs’. I wasn’t worried about my kids being exposed to all of these plays on words and double entendres, considering, well, that they’re my kids, and therefore already exposed to such things.

When I went online to buy the tickets for the game I asked for the best seats available. I ended up with 12th row, dead center behind home plate. We were up just high enough to see the pitches come in. The sky was clear, making a perfect evening for some baseball. Before long I found myself sitting alone, as the kids had discovered that there was a train out by the lawn seats that took kids back and forth between the foul poles. They left to ride the train and to frolic on the grass. When they came back they were filthy dirty, as kids who have been playing should be.

We left before seeing much of the second game, as the kids got hungry again, and I am too cheap to feed them at park prices twice in one night. Nevertheless, it was a great outing, despite the Bees’ loss. The only thing better than a Saturday evening baseball game is a Saturday evening baseball game that also supports a great cause.