
Last weekend we made our annual pilgrimage to the Ballpark in Arlington. My husband is from Cleveland (aka The Mistake By The Lake) and is a Cleveland Indians fan, so he always buys tickets for an Indians/Rangers game each season.
It was quite a pleasant evening, esp. for July in Texas. There was a nice breeze and it wasn't very hot, and we had good seats. I have always liked the ballpark as it has a retro look but is easy to navigate, and you don't have to walk half a mile to reach a bathroom. It even has a Starbucks.
Unfortunately you can't bring in your own drinks/coolers any more, due to the greedy new owner, so we eat an early dinner before departing.
Before the game, there was a longish ceremony in honor of Sammy Sosa's batting 600 home runs. I really hadn't realized how few players had managed to do this.
The game itself was pretty good, except for one thing: Cleveland lost. My poor husband was crushed (well, sort of; I don't think he lost sleep).
The first Cleveland pitcher didn't have his A game. Not only did the Rangers get five runs off him in the first inning, he managed to bean Sammy Sosa in the head with a fastball the first time Sosa was at bat. This earned the Cleveland pitcher a loud and lingering chorus of boos.

