Yesterday afternoon we piled into the car with two of my favorite fellas and headed down I-74 to Cincinnati for the second time this month, this time for my first ever Reds game. Once we got into town I called up my little Cincy native and had her meet us at the ballpark to join in on the shenanigans!
Our friend happened upon the tickets, and for fear of ever missing out on a good time I of course agreed to tag along for the fun. Despite the fact it was 2 hours away, a night game, and a Monday night.
A downpour started somewhere around the 6th inning, the game ended up getting rained out, we annihilated some chili cheese dogs, went on a mini shopping spree, and eventually decided to brave the monsoon rains and mosey on down to Tin Roof.
It's always the most random nights that garner the laughs, and logging a few hours with this crew had my abs burning for sure.
Finally I rallied up the rain-soaked gang and herded em on home across the Indiana state line in the wee hours of the morning. Hey someone had to be the responsible one!