I went to my first-ever baseball game with my dad last night, as we watched the Lehigh Valley IronPigs take on the Buffalo Bisons at Coca-Cola Park in Allentown, Pa.
It took us a while to get there, seeing as how I’m 36 and he’s 66, but it was worth the wait. The IronPigs are the AAA affiliate of the Philadelphia Phillies, which means they’re one step down from the Show. The new stadium reflects that; it’s a first-rate, beautiful stadium. I doubt there’s a bad seat in the house; we had field-level seats down the first-base line and even we had a good view. It was also cheap; tickets were $9 a person, and even with the entire family there — my parents, Sue and the two kids — the whole thing end up costing me about $60.
It was fantastic being there with the kids, sitting in foul ball territory with StarGirl, gloves in hand, waiting for fly balls to come soaring our way. None came close, but it was fun to watch and wait all the same. StarGirl was half-crazy with excitement about being at the game, and while she got a little wild at the end, she loved it. It was a good trial run for going to a big league game — like watching the Mets at Citi Field next year.
But that’s next year. This year, I’m thinking of taking StarGirl to another game, assuming I can get tickets before the season winds down at the end of August. The whole experience has me itching to see a bunch of games next year, so much so that I’m looking into season tickets. The ability to see two or three games a month with the kids is really appealing to me right now, and I imagine that’ll hold true next year as well.