My place in baseball history
I celebrated my 53rd birthday on Saturday (that reminds me, I need to update my profile for accuracy!) and must say that it was a very memorable occasion! My wife, son and daughter-in-law and I agreed that we should spend Saturday and part of Sunday in Cincinnati. We had decided it would be fun for us all to attend a Cincinnati Reds game, but the weekend series with the Pittsburgh Pirates was experiencing high demand for tickets, and it was difficult to find a way to get all six of us (their kids, too, of course) into the ballpark into good seats. So we initially decided to postpone. Then I learned that there was something special planned and that we all had to be AT the ballpark but not necessarily IN the park. For the life of me, I had no earthly idea what that meant, but we determined that tickets for my son and me would be sufficient, and my wife, daughter-in-law and the grandchildren would do other things while we were at the ballpark. So we traveled north S...