This has been quite a day for baseball. First, we got up early to catch the championship game of the 7-8 league then hung around a while longer to watch a playoff game in the 9-10 league. Then homeward to relax, shop, and watch some of the Detroit game in TV (but not much of it -- I wish there was a better selection of games to watch on a Saturday afternoon, it being the only time of the week I can lie on the couch and watch a game... if it's a team I have at least some interest in).

And tonight we decided to risk the scattered thunderstorms to head out to Jacobs Field and watch the Indians play the Devil Rays. Not only did it not storm, but my random selection of seats got us right up in the middle of the fireworks display they held once the game was over.

At first the fireworks seemed a bit lame -- they brought out this weird choir of be-smocked and aging flower children to sing the theme song of "The Jeffersons" and other assorted rock and roll abstractions while making us wait for the fireworks that we'd already waited 9 innings to see. Despite the pain of those musical interludes, the fireworks were pretty good. And as I said, our nosebleed seats above the leftfield foul pole had us pretty much in the bursts (unlike the poor bastards in the bleachers, adjacent to our section, which had to be emptied of spectators to make way for the explosives). The final salvo was really big and really loud. Even Mojo liked it. We skedaddled before they could start any more of that insufferable singing -- "Give Peace a Chance" they chanted, as ornamental ordnance detonated over their hippie heads. Ridiculous.