Take Me Out to the Ballgame!June 21
Wow! We’re at this really neat place called Jacobs Field.

Tribefan says that we’re going to see a baseball game. She loves baseball. That’s how she got her name, she says. But I don’t get it. Her team is called the “Cleveland Indians,” not “Tribefan!”
We came to the game with her friends Dan and Sue. Her other friend Eric could not come, so maybe I will get a seat all to myself!

We stop for something to eat before the game starts.

Sue takes good care of me and feeds me garlic fries! Tribefan says that I can’t sleep with her now, because the fries will make me stinky.

The fries make me really thirsty, so Sue gives me something yummy to drink.

I like beer. Those people in New York gave me beer too, but they gave me too much beer, I think!
Our seats are way up high so that we can see everything. Tribefan says that the Indians are playing the Cubs! The CUBS! This is MY team! I will root for them! But Tribefan says that, if I do, she will toss me over the railing! There are Cubs fans all around us – will Tribefan throw them over the railing too? I think that I will quietly root for MY team anyway.

The sky keeps getting darker and everyone says that a big rainstorm is coming. I see lots of lightning in the sky. It’s kind of scary. Tribefan’s team is losing to MY team. She is not very happy, but I’m enjoying myself. I hope it doesn’t rain. I like baseball!

But it does start to rain after everybody sings the baseball song and the tiny little men pull a big piece of plastic over the field. Dan says that we should go home because they will probably not finish the game.
Look at all this stuff! It looks like Tribefan’s closet in here!

The rain starts to come down really hard and we have to run to the car. Dan and Sue and Tribefan get very, very wet. This is one time I’m glad that I have to ride in Tribefan’s purse!
I wish we could have seen more of the baseball game. I was just starting to get into it. Don’t tell Tribefan, but her team isn’t very good (note from Tribefan: she knows….).

