Thursday night about 20 people from work went to see the Charleston Riverdogs play baseball. I don't really like baseball, but if I'm going to see a game, it has to be live, not on TV. It was our first time going to a game here, and it was a gorgeous night to be outside and enjoying $1 beer night. The stadium is right on the banks of the Ashley River, and I suspect 2000 years from now some archaeologist is going to be scratching his head about the baseballs preserved in the mud of the marsh. We also joked that they would find some hotdogs buried there too, looking as fresh as the day they were tossed over the railing. We did far more socializing than game watching and we lost 5-4 (to the Asheville 'Tourists' - what kind of name is that for a team?).
We had really great seats! In a stadium this small, there's probably not a bad seat in the house. This is definitely the closest I've ever been at a game though.
Tony the peanut vendor sells boiled peanuts (they're a southern thing, and an acquired taste if you ask me), cajun boiled peanuts, and 'Yankee' peanuts (the normal peanuts in a shell that you get at a baseball game). He was hilarious.
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