First Third is First Rate in My Book
On a trip to Detroit last week The Shields Boys (my brothers Chuck, Roy and I) ventured down to Toledo to catch a Mudhens game.
For just $8, we sat a few rows behind the visitors dugout, and saw an extra inning win by the hens. It was a cool (by Texas standards) beautiful night, and if we didn't have the long drive home ahead of us, we could have stayed for fireworks.
Alas, with three old men in one vehicle, three hours after a dinner of Tony Packo's world famous hot dogs, sauce and onions, there were plenty of fireworks for us.