After a lull, Hunter Pence gives us a bit of drama, tripping on his way to third from a hit by Mayberry. Pence keeps going around third to make it home. From then on the Phillies get back their batting mojo and we are standing more than sitting, screaming with excitement more than somber and quiet. The day ends with a satisfying 9-2 victory.
With seats in the upper decks, we never expect the cameras to make it up our way. But for some reason, the cameraman is enamored with a family in front of us. The two sons are barely interested in the game, and the father is following the game on his Smartphone. We nudge ourselves into view to make sure we can be seen on the big screen for our 3 seconds of fame.
During a relatively calm moment in the game, we call my brother Eric, (he of both Pirates and San Fran Giants allegiance) to sing a birthday wish on his voice mail.
Quote of the day from a seat behind us: First I thought Goldschmidt was a pasta, then a beer, then I found out he was a ballplayer.