and it may not rain in Indianapolis in the summertime -- but it sure as hell has rained in Kansas City this past week.
Not that it's a bad thing, but it's simply so foreign for this California kid. My hope is to bring back the thunderstorm -- sans lightning -- when we head home on Monday.
That being said, we had an interesting night Saturday at the Royals game vs. Tampa Bay.
In all the baseball games I've ever been to, and that odometer's passed 1,000 a long time ago, I've never had to sit through a rain delay. I've seen a rainout by the wimpy-ass Giants in a "storm" that would make Midwesterners laugh. But I've never actually seen the ground crew roll out the tarp, unfurl the diamond-sized plastic and anchor it down in a matter of minutes.
The closest I get to rain delays is seeing them flash on the AP wire -- "The St. Louis-Chicago game is being delayed by rain." "The St. Louis-Chicago game has resumed after a rain delay of 1 hour, 13 minutes."
But from out COVERED seats last night, we watched, not only the monsoon roll in, but the grounds crew do their rain dance with fascinating precision. (PIX TO COME ONCE WE GET HOME).
And we waited. And waited. And waited. For 1 hour, 13 minutes.
And then the grounds crew undid their magic. And we played on. And somewhere in Redding, Calif., and around the country, the AP flashed that our game had resumed.
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