Tilly made it to her second Twins game Sunday, for Father's Day. Emma treated me to a day with my girls at the Dome, so that couldn't have been a nicer first Father's Day. We were one row and one seat from catching Michael Cuddyer's home run in the second inning, but that turned out to be the only highlight of the game.
Tilly was again a big hit with the pink earphones--I took her up to change her diaper and literally heard a non-stop chorus of giggles and cooing all the way up the stairs--but she didn't make it up on the scoreboard this time. I think, however, we've figured out the secret of where to sit to get circled by Bert on the TV telecast.
(Emma's got some great pics on her Facebook page too, including one where Tilly looks like a fat-cheeked pink Martian.)
I didn't make it to my second Twins game until April 7-ish, 1981, when I was 10 years old. The Twins lost that game in thoroughly boring fashion to the Oakland A's, something like 4-2. I think John Castino hit a triple, and that was the only highlight of that game.
That was the last year at the old Twins ballpark, and as I recall, that was also the only game my sisters Grace and Colleen and brother Jim saw in that stadium. So, Tilly continues the next generation of fan-dom, and like her dad--come next year--will at least be able to say that she was at two ballgames in the old stadium.
This evening, friends John and Laura brought Luke over for dinner. He hadn't seen his sweetheart Tilly for several weeks. They got to catch up and so did we. We installed a few window air conditioners in our main floor, and the whole house felt like it has central air. We're pretty lucky. There's still real potential for Luke and Tilly, but we're not going to pressure them into anything.
That's what I've got for today. I have seven weddings to photograph in June all totaled--5 down, 2 to go. So I apologize for being a bit lax on the blog, but that's why.
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