The game itself was not incredibly interesting. It was a good pitchers' duel with a few scattered homeruns by both teams. The four of us were slightly preoccupied with a few different things, such as the teenage boy walking aimlessly and silently through the crowd trying to sell cotton candy as well as a group of guys celebrating a 21st birthday. The game only got better for us as Homer threw me a Knights' t-shirt, and Raleigh snagged a foul ball, which almost hit Paul square between the eyes. And there was the added entertainment of conversing with this random kid that came down by our seats with a popcorn bucket as a glove. He desperately wanted a foul ball.
Now, you would think that the fun would have ended after the Knights' victory, but our night was just getting started. As we were about to leave the parking lot, Raleigh brought to our attention the fact that our front right tire was flat. So, without skipping a beat, we began our attempt at changing the tire. There really isn't that much to say here. Just imagine everything that four teenage boys can screw up while changing a flat tire and that's pretty much what happened. The first attempt ended with a severely bent car jack. We agreed to give another car a jump if they would let us use their jack, seeing as ours was out of commission, but they left us high and dry in the parking lot. An hour, two different car jacks and a lot of candid pictures later, we were back on the road to Paul's house.
It was a pretty crazy evening, and I wouldn't have changed it for the world.
Now we're in Baltimore, where yesterday we watched the Orioles beat the Yankees on the second walk-off walk of our road trip. Tomorrow morning we head to Philadelphia for fireworks night at Citizens Bank Ballpark. But I think we are going to make a stop in Delaware at the request of one of Dan's high school friends. Either way, we are moving up the East Coast and don't plan of stopping until Maine.
