Target Field to see the local baseballers. It was everything I could have asked for, and then some.
My sister accompanied me and my coworkers to the game and she got things started off nicely when she complained about my whistling. Fuck. Off. She wasn't too bad otherwise, I guess. And I can't say I was upset when she left at the end of the seventh to get a ride home from brother and SILTB, who were in attendance elsewhere in the park.
We got our tickets months ago -- before the season had even started -- and we couldn't possibly asked for a more beautiful evening. It was gorgeous. I have managed to get to a game against the hated Bitch Sox for a few years in a row now (if I remember correctly), and these games always have playoff implications and rarely disappoint. But a bottom of the 10th inning, walk-off, two-run homer? Possibly the first walk-off homer ever at Target Field (pretty sure I knew that going in and pretty sure I heard Dick confirm it while watching highlights)? Man, that was definitely worth the price of admission and then some.
I'm totally wiped out today, because I was super giddy when I got home last night and it took quite a while to come down from that. Again, totally worth it, though. I'll try to get some pictures posted later that are not from my shitty phone, but at least I had that one.