The only fly in the ointment was my selfishness. The Angels were in town to play the White Sox the same weekend. I really wanted to see Mike Trout play, and this would be my only chance. I could just go Friday night, I decided.
So we planned our trip and Steve Clevenger gave me a list of people to say hi to from him.
Friday I awoke puketastic. It was clear that I would not be going to the Angels game. Saturday I felt a little better, but still kind of sick. I debated canceling, but I knew Angela would be disappointed, and I didn't know when I would have a chance to go to Iowa.
So we packed up, brought our friend Rachel, and and headed into a terrible storm.
I am not a chicken about driving, but I had to pull over a couple of times because I couldn't see. We were already running late due to my sickness, and I knew we wouldn't get there early, but I still wanted to go.
Finally we reached Principal Park. We got awesome seats, and we ran into a twitter friend Katie there!
We finally got to see Dave Sappelt in person, and Angela had prepared herself with her sign.
And here is Brett Jackson.
We found out that most of the guys we loved were on the injured list and in Arizona. Oh well. We did get to see Blake Parker and Michael Bowden, and that was awesome.
Oh, but then I started barfing again. So much to the girls chagrin, we headed back to the hotel after the second inning. I guess they don't look to chagrined here. We were heading back the next day anyway.
All of my photos from this game may be found at http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10151002514893786.427852.511233785&type=3
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