The best thing about today was that Eric and I went to a baseball tame at Pacific Bell Park. The second best thing was that I got completely away from work, packing, computers, boxes, invoices, files, forms, phones, deadlines and demands. For one day, I was just me, and it felt good.
When the Giants played at Candlestick Park, the scoreboard would invite fans to "guess the attendance." On a Sunday afternoon in August, it might be anywhere between 20,000 and 50,000.
You don't have to guess at the new ballpark, because it's always 40,930. This was the sixtieth consecutive sellout, which is why those of us who can't afford season tickets will scramble to come up with any way to get to a game.
Thus, the special bus.
The travel company that we booked the trip through caters to seniors. When I've ridden with them before, I've been the youngest person on the bus by about fifteen years. We thought that the nature of the event might skew the average age somewhat younger this time, but it didn't turn out that way. Eric is 24, and with the exception of one dazed teenager, he was the youngest by the number of years he is younger than me.
So it was the usual crowd, but they are a lively and cheerful bunch. I've always got along with older people, even when I wasn't so close to being one myself. And these are folks who get out and do things. They like to have fun, in their relatively low key way.