Pirates vs. White Sox, June 15th

First of, Yes, that is me in a Goatee.

Pittsburgh began a frantic stretch through the iron belt in which I attended games from teams I didn't care for, and in cities that I thought would terrify me. I say thought because Pittshburgh turned out, from my few hours lost and driving around the city, to be a very cool place. The my only problem with the city-that I got to experience-was that it seemed every good looking woman was in a hurry to beat the other good looking women to the tattoo parlor to ink inconsequential doodles on their bodies. We're talking about poeple across the spectrum here, from every walk of life. I saw a nun with a barb wire tattoo around her bicep.

When I first looked into doing this trip, most professional write ups about the best ballparks held PNC Park as one of the highest. If that were the case, then it must have been heralded so highly because of the view looking out of the park, because the skyline of Pittsburgh towering above the field is only comparable to St. Louis's park.

As for the game itself, my tried and tested method of gaining the best seats in the house backfired when my incredible seat directly behind homeplate happened to be in front of the woman who was the perfect antonym of class and tact. Worse than her being the loud fan of the other team in the nice seats populated by old season ticket holders who go to the games to see and speak with the other old season tickets holders (and we're talking old old people here) was that she had an incredbly loud whistle. This would have been a complete wash of my time spent in these seats if it wasn't for the innocence of the three year old in front of me loudly caalling out the woman, asking why she had to whistle so loud. Needless to say the Witch of the West did not stop fulfilling her duty to whistle deafeningly loud in order to motivate her professional athletes of choice.


The highlight of the game was the Mascot of the Pirates. Whoever the creative mind is hidden in that sweltering costume of feathers and fluff deserves a round of applause for bringing an entire ballpark into a moment of roaring laughter.