put me in coach / i'm ready to play, today

I had the good luck to go to THE LONGEST 9-INNING BASEBALL GAME EVER (I don't think I exaggerate) a couple days ago; here is the photographic evidence:



The drive:







We're there!



Our seats:


My hair was pretty messy by this point.


But that's okay, because I had my hat. Physics always wins, you know.


The enemy. They'd jump up every time the Sox made a play. Understandable, but vexing.


The infamous beachballs!


I love these guys. Hearts to the field-cleaning guys.

Watching very seriously.


Uh-oh. And it was going so well.


Better warm up the lefty.


GA is a little bored out there in left field.


Then, a fight broke out! and another, and another, and another. As you can see, I have no picture of the fights, because I AM NOT AN IDIOT. However, here is a picture of the seats which the fighting people were ejected from. NOTE THE BABY. Thanks, assholes.


Boston fans are silly.


Yes! Yes! They're warming up K-Rod! He didn't pitch, though (they only put him in when winning or tied), but it was cool to watch him warm up.


And a cheerful picture of us losing. Yayyyy. (Frankly? By that point I was just glad it was over. Though I like baseball, I don't usually take it in 4-hour chunks.)