So yesterday was Ariel’s sweet sixteen party. We came up with a rather nifty and memorable outing for her: We rented a luxury suite at the home stadium of the Long Island Ducks, the local baseball team that plays in the Atlantic League. Where else can you see former Mets on the field, Bud Harrelson coaching third base, and Pete Rose’s son swinging a bat? We had a good turnout, a combination of Ariel’s friends, our friends (including Bob Greenberger and son Robbie), a *very* nice job of catering (the normal hamburgers at Ducks stadium taste like hockey pucks, but the catered ones were great), and terrific overhead seats enabling us to gaze down loftily at the peons. (The only problem with a luxury suite is that it ruins baseball for about a year once you have to return to *being* one of the peons.)
All we needed to make the evening complete was for (a) a baseball to come flying our way or (b) the Ducks to win, thereby extending their season since this game was the second game of a best two out of three to continue into the Atlantic League version of the World Series…and they’d already lost the first time. Unfortunately no balls came near us and the Ducks lost 3 to 2, so the actual game results were a bust. But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, the play was great, and Ariel grooved on seeing her name in lights up on the Ducks scoreboard wishing her a happy birthday.
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