Lenny bought me 2 tickets to Opening Day for my birthday earlier this month. I decided to take him with me. It just seemed the right thing to do. I like to joke about who I should take with me to the game whenever he gives me tickets for an occasion. It's just fun. I think he always knows I will take him with me. I think.
This was not, unfortunately, to see my beloved Detroit Tigers but our new home team, the Pittsburgh Pirates. I love baseball enough to not really care who is playing. I also love ballpark food. Not the posh stuff served in the suites. No, the real ball park food - hot dogs, peanuts, french fires, beer, soft baked pretzels... you know, junk food. Here is my first baseball hot dog of the year, loaded with relish, onion, mustard and ketchup (so I don't have to really taste the hot dog) and that is PNC Park in the background.
