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Ring the Bell, Roger
The last baseball game of the season, Bowie's Fan Appreciation day. The good news is I got a nice fleece blanket for free. The bad news is I got sunburned, didn't win any prizes, did lousy in the autograph department and oh yeah, spent part of the game sitting in front of Roger. Roger had a cowbell. He rang it on command from the two old biddies with him. My ear will be ringing for some time.
Autographs were such a bust...I needed 5 guys from Bowie. One was promoted a couple days ago. One was deactivated to play in an international tournament a couple days ago. One was the starting pitcher. One was 20 minutes late for the team signing session and the line was cut off before I got to him; then he wouldn't sign on the field. (He also played the game like there was somewhere he'd rather be. Swell.) So I got one guy. Sigh. The Baysox did win the game, at least.
Until April, adieu baseball.
Autographs were such a bust...I needed 5 guys from Bowie. One was promoted a couple days ago. One was deactivated to play in an international tournament a couple days ago. One was the starting pitcher. One was 20 minutes late for the team signing session and the line was cut off before I got to him; then he wouldn't sign on the field. (He also played the game like there was somewhere he'd rather be. Swell.) So I got one guy. Sigh. The Baysox did win the game, at least.
Until April, adieu baseball.