Our daughter gave us Red Sox tickets as an anniversary gift. Though we have been to some Sox games over the years, I have not sat in the bleachers in decades. It was a blast. The sun streams low over the left field wall for the 7:10 game time, and the spectators in part of the bleachers are lit by its golden glow as the rest of the park sits i shadow. The hawkers caught my eye, scrambling up and down the stair selling pizza, hotdogs, popcorn, ice cream, water, and lemonade. The last time I was in the bleachers, the most popular hawkers were the beer sellers, who could empty a tray of watered down cups of beer very in a blink. They don't sell beer in the stands anymore; spectators have to leave their seats and travel down to the concourse. Makes for a much more reasonable night in the stands, but sometime this past week, I was describing our seats to someone who bemoaned the tame, dull bleacher seat experience available these days. I loved being out there; beautiful, crisp summer evening... where you debate putting on the sweater you brought, but resist, knowing how great it will feel later when you finally don it; just like those late afternoons at the beach.
This is my two hundred eighty-fourth daily drawing. Thank you for your continued interest.
Last night we went to the Red Sox game, an anniversary gift from our daughter. It was a beautiful July night in the bleachers, big sky, sparkling air. We haven't been to a game in a few years, and haven't sat out in the bleachers in decades. A few observations: I could see home plate from the bleachers a lot better decades ago. Social media is fun at the baseball game! We discovered several friends who were at the same game via social media. I still like to keep score at the game which helps me follow each batter. The bleachers are more friendly than I remembered them decades ago. There were no drunken brawls, no one throwing open mustard packets down through the crowd, and no fights! There was an interesting interference call with two men at the bleacher wall leaning over and deflecting a ball that was going to bounce of the ball. We saw them bounced from the game. The wave is still a thing.
I asked my husband to keep score during one inning while I began a sketch as you can see here. He got the busiest inning, in which Mookie Betts hit a grand slam after fouling off seven pitches. Very exciting!!!
The finished sketch is above. I added the sense of the crowd, and a hint of the ever present red of the Red Sox. This is my two hundred seventy-sixth daily drawing. Thank you for your continued interest.
