Baseball. It just doesn’t get much more American than that. I spent a good chunk of my childhood watching (or playing) baseball, whether that was out in the backyard, down at the ball fields or in a major league stadium, and now it is one of the activities that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it from afar.
When we were in Peoria, my dad took Pat, Andi and I down to the local minor league game for the perfect Sunday afternoon session. Although not as exciting as heading to St. Louis to see a big major league game (Go Cards!), it was still nice to introduce Pat to a bit of the sport that Americans call their national pastime.

Homer, the Mascot of the Peoria Chiefs

And there's the pitch...

... and the batter swings.

Costumed People Entertaining Crowd

A Potato Sack Race In Between Innings

Pat's New Favorite Sport?
All in all a fun day, wouldn’t you say?























We were there that same day … because it was EP baseball day! I’m so sad I didn’t run into you!
Oh bummer!!!!
I was trying to see about going to an ABL game while we were down in Australia in December (just for the heck of it), but it seems any time we’re in a town with a team, they’re off in another town playing! Darn!
Just the luck of it!
Ohmigod, I love all the stuff going on between innings!! I have never been to a minor league game before, looks super entertaining!!
Glad Pat liked it! I come from a huge baseball family – my Uncle Ralph was the trainer for the Baltimore Orioles for 20 years and so we went to a lot of games when i was kid. Some of my older cousins were even bat boys. My uncle was so well loved they named the training room at camden yards after him. I love baseball too. Even if you watch rec center games with kids there is just something comforting about it. It must’ve been great for you to partake in all the classics while you were home.
Is that a photo of Pat after he competed in the potato sack race? Looks like a bit of sweat going on…
It was hooootttt over in the State.