Wet Behind the Ears

Saturday evening I was invited to attend a baseball game with 2 of my friends. The San Francisco Giants were in town to play the Pittsburgh Pirates at PNC Park. My friends also go to the same church that I do and we enjoy baseball. We were to leave my house at 4 pm, for the beginning of the game at 7 pm, but one of the ladies got stuck in traffic and we departed my house about 15 minutes late. Myself and the other lady are “always early” people while the person who was “late” is a “just right on time” person.

The rain event started shortly after our departure. The clouds burst and the downpour began as re reached Mt. Pleasant, Pennsylvania. Huge raindrops started to pound the car and were soon were accompanied by the pings of the hail. The deluge intensified until we could see little else. It slowed as we neared the entrance to the turnpike in New Stanton. Rain showers plagued us off and on until we fund our parking spot in a garage. We were blessed to find the rain halted as we made our way to the stadium, crossing the Clemente Bridge. The gates to the park were open and we were able to make a timely entrance.

The usher was there to wipe away the water from our seats in section 127 just behind third base and the Pirates dugout. Pittsburgh is the only team with their dugout on the third base side because of the wonderful view of the city.We were prepared for the showers to continue and pulled out our ponchos and quickly donned them as a curtain of rain swept across the tarp covered playing field, rain delay. Showers and periods of heavier bands of rain kept coming. Water leaked beneath our ponchos and we still felt the effects of the storm. Elbows and legs felt the trickles of water that managed to creep through our plastic coverings. We were wet almost everywhere but, behind our ears. The game began late and by the time I got to bed, it was 2 am. I woke at 6:55 am, a bit early, but began to get ready for the day.