Darn Near Perfect

That's the best way I can describe my day today. 
I spent it here:

Great American Ballpark in Cincinnati, Ohio.

Reds territory.

And I wore this:

(That's my Tucker Man, also wearing his Yankees garb.)

And you know what?

All was well because Cincy is a classy baseball city.

There were no rude remarks or gestures

and no dirty looks from the locals.

As a matter of fact, people were friendly,

polite and eager to be of assistance...

much like the last time we visited this city

for a Yankees game in 2003.

I gotta say, 

we have visited other baseball cities 

to watch my boys play 

and I can't say the experiences were quite as nice.

Thank you, Cincy, for being such a gracious host.

I know that most of you probably don't give a hoot about baseball,

but I just gotta share a few pics.  

Bear with me.  ; )

Stretchin' before the game.

Can you say 'flexible'? 

The men in black.

These dudes can make it or break it.

This man has struck fear into the hearts of many a batter.
It is always a thrill for a Yankees fan
to watch him take the mound.
Mariano Rivera
aka:  'Mo'

And this, my friends, was the final pitch of the game.

Yeah, we won!  : )

 And my boy gets to tell his kids and his grandkids

that he got to see,

live and in person,

the GREATEST CLOSER in

all of baseball.

Darn near perfect, I tell ya.  : )

But I guess you're wondering

since the threatening rain held off

and we had decent weather

and we got to see Mo

and we won the game...

why wasn't it perfect?

Well, someone didn't give 

the powers that be at 

Great American Ballpark

the memo regarding Cracker Jack and baseball.

You know, they just go together!

It seems the folks in Cincy prefer this:

And that, my friends, is just not perfect.