81 times a year Great American Ballpark – and every ballpark in the majors for that matter – fires up the grills, taps the kegs, and sends out an army of vendors to make sure everyone gets their fill. And everything tastes better at the ballpark, so we can’t get enough of it. As the …
Friends gave us tickets to the Rockies / Red Sox game, so off we went. We shot pool across the street before game time and heard all about the local team’s soon to be Cy Young award winner. Sox fans were out in droves and often needed a stern talking to by older, wiser, and infinitely more local ushers who appeared even smarter after a bottom of the 9th walk off home run for the home team. We followed the excitement into Denver’s mile-high, open air bars into the wee hours.
On our last night, the Harris's took us to a Texas Rangers game. John drove us, all smiles as usual, in his massive and awesome truck.
After INDY 500, if felt good to go back to the ballpark. Reds vs. Cardinals in St. Louis. We could see the arch from our seats, as could everyone else from theirs.
Montgomery Inn, the original, takes such pride in Ohio, the Reds, the Bengals, Ohio State, and in its ribs. Jason’s grandfather took us and we all ordered full racks, of course.
Visited World of Mirth. Maybe the coolest toy store on the planet, located on Cary Street. Tons for the kids in us to look around for hours. Dogs in tow, we lucked into dog night to watch the Flying Squirrels play. After cold beer, friendly fans, and the best food (ie ballpark food), we still wanted Sticky Rice’s famous bucket of tots, with beers of course.