That was frickin' cold. We left our first Phillies game of the year after six innings, which is probably the second time Christine and I ever left a game before it ended. We've sat through cold, heat and hours-long rain delays, but today was unbearable.
We had no sun, and the wind ripped so badly through the stadium you could could hardly read the newly minted 2007 flag to commemorate last year's division champs. The pretzel guy in our parking lot sold gloves. Walking to our seats, we got hit by a dust ball, which we later realized was powder sugar from a funnel cake someone was carrying in front of us. I kept score in gloves.
The numbed senses reminded me a little of the last game in 2007, when the constant cheering and good vibes gave a little buzz. In both cases it was hard to concentrate pitch-to-pitch. But today had no payoff, just a meaningless exhibition game, ultimately lost to the Blue Jays, 5-3.
On the plus side, this was a preview of how we'll be spending Sundays during the season. Our seats are good - third row, upper deck and pretty much centered behind home plate. We got our free media guide, stainless steel division championship travel mug and refrigerator schedule magnet (Christine loves those). She also bought a shirt, but still couldn't find the right hat. Jamie Moyer battled for an old guy in the cold. Pat Burrell hit a home run, which they're now calling "Burrell Bombs" on the scoreboard.
And it was dollar dog day. I had two. Christine tried the new pizza - it was too cold to give an assessment.
On the way home we bought a new shed, which will be my first outdoor project of the year, a sign that these cold days will soon be over and spring weather will arrive.
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