While we were in Chicago Brian realized that the Cleveland Indians were playing the Astros the next day. We aren’t geography buffs, but Google Maps is, and we realized how close we were to Cleveland, so we took a detour and hit up Cleveland!
Cleveland is no Chicago, it felt more like a city you would love if you had grown up there, but otherwise, not much to report.
In it’s defense, all we did there was go to a baseball game tho! (and props to them for having affordable tickets!)
When we would go on vacations growing up, my dad became the “yes man.” He put on his vacation head (and wallet) and would spend a little more to make the memory worth it. So Brian and I went with that thinking…and I didn’t tell him how much this bag of cotton candy cost cause only one of us should have to carry that burden of knowing what we paid for that smile right there! 🙂
Nor do they pass up anything you can get on.
Being fans of the visiting team is more fun than going to home games I think. Cause the home team has 20,000 people rooting for them. The Astros in Cleveland? Let’s just say there aren’t 20,000….20 maybe? 🙂 (but we were sad we didn’t pack any Astros shirts so we couldn’t show our pride as well)
But you could stand right next to the bull pens and watch the pitchers warm up, which was really cool. Since we were one of the few camped out at the Astros’ one, one of the managers threw up a ball to Sadie. She proceeded to get it “signed” by Jose Altuve (one of her favs)…but she did it the way Brian got one “signed” by RA Dickey:
She also scored a George Springer “autograph” too…
Story of our life trying to get a cute picture. If it’s just one kid I need to adjust I can do it…I didn’t have it in me to address all of these issues!
Did I mention it was bobble head giveaway night? Cause now we have five bobble heads of a random Indian player. Yay…