Fisher Cats vs. Harrisburg (W 7-3)
Mort and his wife invited us out to a ballgame on Tuesday night and though we were only able to see half of it, it was quite a lot of fun. The New Hampshire Fisher Cats are a AA team for the Toronto Blue Jays and they just opened a new ballpark about fifteen minutes from our house in Manchester, NH. The park is gorgeous, the kind of thing that you could never imagine was that close to where you live, and seeing live baseball again, for the first time in over a decade, was quite a thrill.
We arrived in the sixth inning or so, due to my long-ass commute. The seats were incredible. They were front row, right behind the visitors’ dugout. The seats were comfortable, the concessions reasonably edible, and the grass on the field so green that we questioned whether it was real or not.
The third baseman for the opposition, Mort told us, had been having a hard time all night. And, sure enough, as soon as we sat down, he muffed another play, a long groundball right down the line. It brought in two runs and brought the Fisher Cats comfortably ahead. I think the score was about 7-1 at that point.
We got to see the visiting manager go ballistic after a pop-up was caught and then dropped out in the outfield. It was initially ruled a drop, but then quickly called the final out of the inning and the guy was just irate. You had to imagine it was a bit of a show, this being a minor league game, and the kids in the park were screaming for him to get tossed. Mort taunted him a little bit as he made his way back to the dugout.
All in all, it was a really fun evening and I hope we get to do it again sometime.