…as a spectator, people. I’m straight. :rolleyes:
But mom, dad and I were there to cheer on my little brother. We had a great time.
Best moment - his team suffered a nasty, nasty breakdown in one particular inning in the field against a cross-city rival, who ran the score up to 13-2 (brother’s team behind, one more turn at bat before the 10-run rout rule kicks in and they lose by default.)
Little brother gets up to the plate, (runners on first and third) and as if to say, “We’ll see about that!” smacks one clear out of the park. Starts the rally, his team comes from way behind and wins.
Great fun. Just a little bit awkward for all - family meeting some of his (previously) secret social group and all - but it’s just so nice to see him happy for a change. If you grew up with him, as I did - well, he wasn’t always that way. So I’m just…pleased. And emotional.