Baseball Game.

But first, I woke early, spent most of my day at the beach, temperatures flirted with Ninety. Did the paperwork at WF. Then on to Portland for the Seadogs v. Phillies. We got into line, but a woman came over and offered four tickets to a man in front of us. "But I'm only one person," he cried. The lady picked three tickets and foisted them at us - I and my roomate and her brother. That was easy! "Thanks," I yelled to her as she skirted away. As we sat, the Phils put a one on the scoreboard, "Great start!" I recall saying. Pitcher's duel and sloppy play until the seventh. Seadogs ran eight on the plate in the bottom seven. Phillies mounted a meek rally, but could not coax any more runs from a hot hurler who finished out the game. No problem, I thought. The ballpark, pictured here, has an amateur looking replica of the Green Monster. It looked more like sullen seaweed, dried and dead.