It's Middle School Girls, Ray

Last night, my daughter's softball team celebrated their championship by attending the local (1st place, I might add) Major League baseball game together.

They got interviewed on the television broadcast in the top of the 2nd inning (every kid pulled out their cell phones and called the moms at home to get them to watch) and got to tell the story of winning, finishing with their team cheer. The guy who roams the stadium looking for human interest stories finished with, "That's the Blast rockin' the house. Back to you, Josh and Tom." Cheering.

Their accomplishment made the message board in centerfield a bit later. More cheering.

They tried to start the wave repeatedly. Failure. But points for perseverance.

The responded to every scoreboard command for "noise" with more shrill cheering.

These girls are pretty good softball players, but they were definitely more interested in food products, text messaging boys, and chatting about most things other than baseball. They missed a very rare "suicide squeeze" that pretty much put the home team on top for good, but joined in immediately to the "Rock and Roll Part 2" to make more scoreboard generated noise.

I introduced the van-load of girls I was responsible (?) for taking home to the concept of the "Chinese fire drill." The responded with much enthusiasm. They did it 5 times, buckling their seatbelts in their new seats each time, too.

Parking $10. Lemon Chill Ice Cream Treat $3.50. Tickets $10 per. Snacks and food to bring into the game: $20. A night where the home team wins and I get to see my kid and her friends still be kids: Priceless.