Tuesday evening was perfect baseball temperature - 80 degrees, light breeze. And The Ballpark in Arlington was a ghost town. I liked this Eat More Fowl sign on the 3rd base line. Notice lack of fans
The Ranger mascot waved his flag to no one, except us - we were in the 2nd deck - great seats and view. Except when the only four people to arrive late plopped right in front of us. Seriously? You don't have to sit in your ticketed seats when there are lots to choose from. Must we all cram together?
Even I (with bad eyes) can see the monster screen. We were counting on Cole Hamels to pitch well, but he seems to have lost his mo-jo.
So, V for Victory (or Not)....the or NOT prevailed once again...and another decent player got injured and will be out for awhile. Sad baseball times in Arlington Texas and it's downhill for a long hot summer.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.