For Father's Day, David took me out to the ballgame. We waited until the Red Sox were in town, which made it ideal. It was a great day for a ballgame, sunny, warm, with a perfectly cloudless blue sky. The game was tight, close all the way into the 8th, with the Red Sox hanging on to a 2-1 lead until their defense, primarily at second base, fell apart and they gave Seattle 3 runs. Seattle managed two successful bunts in the inning. Both were supposed to be sacrifices, including a suicide squeeze, but poor defense made them hits. Boston really misses Dustin Pedroia.
Seated behind us were a group of Japanese teenagers--junior high students. They were there to see Ichiro, and since we were in the right field seats, they'd come to the right place. It was not a great game for him--no great defensive plays and he went hitless--but they enjoyed seeing him, taking his picture, calling out to him and holding up their homemade sign that said "fight Ichiro."
