Who knew an evening in Watertown could be so nice. First, it was stinking hot - though not as stinking hot as the next night - but stinking hot enough to make Genesee Light a viable option at the game.
But before that there was the pie. It was twice in seven evenings that we went to the Fairgrounds or Fair Grounds Inn (depending on the sign) but this was the first that I had coconut cream pie from them. It was like springtime in Paris on a fork. Not gooey. Not out of a can. Long strings of hand-shredded coconuttiness. All on a graham cracker base. Best coconut cream pie ever.
Outside, after the pie, it was lacrosse central as three high school games were going on at one time in the fields next to the baseball diamond.
It is odd that there is so much lacrosse played just south of the border - the sports stores having rows of equipment - but then it dies at the border, north of which it is the national game.
Then to the baseball. It was unfortunate that there was a call in the second that allowed the four runs in because it was a game of catching up after that. But we got a picture of the kids with the extremely personable Mel Busler of WWNY Channel 7 sports, ate buck-a-bag peanuts and shouted a lot. The Riverbats won 8-4.
The Riverbat center fielder made an unbelieveable forward run and dive ice cream cone catch that was worth the admission which was actually free Friday night. I got a purple hat and a purple "we are number one" foam finger with "Watertown" on it. Woot.
I like the style of the man to the left.