It is the beginning of summer and baseball season is in full swing. While I am not a huge fan of the game, our daughter loves to go out to a ballgame and sometimes we get to go along and share in the all American past time as we did this past memorial day weekend. All of a sudden I was caught up in the sights, the crowds and smell of French Fries as walked into the stadium in Harrisburg.
A stop at the Sen-a-tators French Fry stand is in order by the end of the fourth inning. 
Producing a pricy little bunch of the goodness of deep-fried potatoes.
On this night the Harrisburg Senators were facing the Baltimore Baysocs. Their uniforms lining up with the Washington Nationals, our daughters’ favorite team, and the Baltimore Orioles of the big league.
The side line entertainment is what keeps me going during a ball game, and these welcomed distractions were rampant on this perfect Sunday night for a ballgame. The two guys and a girl in front of us were amazing Senators fans. They enjoyed the game so much, I couldn’t help but enjoy it with them. The seventh inning stretch with Cotton Eyed Joe blaring over the speakers brought them out of their seats and onto their self-made dance floor, making everyone around wanting to join them, but just clapped in time to the music instead.
I personally loved the ketsup, mustard and hotdog race myself. It was my favorite kid thing. Hotdog got off to a bad start and sadly lagged behind the whole race.
Then there was the array of mascot characters parading, waving and hugging with their added touch of the red, white and blue,
not to be out done by Pop’s specially selected Memorial Day hat.
As you can see, these two weren’t nearly as distracted by the sidelines as I. They seem to be pretty intent on the field.
Our media champ followed the game news on twitter. At their request she took a selfie which landed on the tron screen a short time later.
This fun evening ended with the Senators winning the ballgame, and the ever-popular Fireworks display after the game. They just seem to light up the sky with joy, no matter what the occasion.
I have come to the conclusion that I like minor league baseball games better than major league. The game seems to move faster, you are closer to the action on the field and the people and activities around you stir the all American feeling of loving a good baseball game. Next time she says “Let’s go out to a ballgame,” I’ll be right there with her, cheering on the home team.
