
nick's in trouble, because he said he would take good pictures of the rain. i tried to take the camera so i could get good pictures of the rain, but he insisted he could do it. this is the ONLY picture he took. trust me, it was like a mini metropolitan hurricane.
finally, it stopped. we went to our seats. we were happy.


then the red shirts came out again, in formation, and dragged the tarp over the field again. then it started to pour again, and we were herded from our lightning towers.
we waited by concessions for about an hour and a half as it poured around us. then we went home.
even though we didn't get to see a game, we all kind of felt like we did. there were mass amounts of intoxicated gentlemen, $6 cotton candy, profane gestures and exclamations to contending fans, and baseball caps. plus, some guy in neon running shorts stormed the field and beat the tar out of home base and the numerous security guards who were there waiting for him. you go, man! you just snagged a felony on your record! he was escorted away amongst the loudest cheers i've heard in a long while.
also, the stadium was, we think, struck by lightning. neat.
finally, as we were trudging away in defeat, a giant manhole cover kept belching in the middle of the road, up and down, and people took turns standing on it and going for a free ride.
in many ways, the experience exceeded our expectations. go, baseball.
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Did you go for a ride on the manhole cover? Or did you just enjoy watching the weirdies ride it?
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