This entry is going to be a long one, and it’s going to be half Robbie’s life and half baseball. I hope that’s okay with you guys. Well, if you read my last entry you would know that my friend Matt would be coming in last night. We finally met around 12:45 AM. Matt and I have been friends since I was 15. Matt was born in Valparaiso, Indiana, but has since settled in Cape Coral, Florida. He’s a manager of Chick-Fil-A down there. Did I mention he’s 24? We met on Call of Duty 4 on PS3. I know how weird that sounds, but it happened. We always used to play a bunch of different games together, but in the last few years we’ve extended our friendship away from the PS3. We talk daily, and I would consider him a best friend. Easily one of the smartest people I know.
Matt and I would eat at the local Chick-Fil-A for lunch, and I would take him on a tour of the area. We proceeded to go up Mt. Washington, and it was actually my first time up there. As a native of Pittsburgh, I’m as shocked as you all are. I was a bit apprehensive of taking the incline up, because I’m pretty claustrophobic. I don’t do elevators at all. Last semester at SRU, I lived on the 4th floor, and I did the stairs everyday. My mother told me a few days later that the incline got stuck a few hours after we were on it. The thought of that just scares me.
We would then drive down to the North Shore, and get some Rita’s before I showed Matt what Pirates baseball is all about. 😉 We would then make our walk down Cedar Avenue, and we would then warm up. Baseball Joe and Matt would strike up a friendship, and we would wait until the gates opened in the hot hot hot weather. Did I mention it was hot?
Oh yeah, here’s a picture of Max and I. Wanted to get a picture, because this would be his last series in Pittsburgh for the summer. That kid is not 15, there is no way.
Well, we got in, and today was a really awesome day for BP. I think I should win the award for the coolest way to snag a baseball. The day before I asked extremely friendly Jason Grilli for a ball. He said, “Get me an Italian sausage.” I replied back with, “I can’t, tomorrow for sure.” He didn’t believe me, I could tell. Once Matt and I got to the gates I ran over to Dominic’s, and tried to get one. They didn’t have one. How crazy is that? I then went to the concession stand right under the LF bleachers, and they told me they couldn’t process payments until 5:30. I was a bit disappointed to say the least. Oh well. But what do you know, the concession guy COMES DOWN TO THE BLEACHERS WITH THE ITALIAN SAUSAGE. I was in absolute shock, but wait it gets better. I ask him how much I owe him, and he says some amount. I pull out my debit card, but then he just gave it to me for free. I then called over Jason Grilli, and the look on his face was priceless. Less than a minute later, he motioned for James McDonald to give him the ball he just shagged, and I was on the board for Ball #1! We then chatted for a bit, and we posed for this picture.
He is really one of my favorite players, and I really appreciate him taking the time to do all this. It’s nice to make such an awesome memory, because I know we both will never forget this.
My next opportunity would be a ball that would bounce into the upper bleachers. Rick, Erik, and I both ran up to get the ball. I want to say Rick came up with that ball, but something odd happened. I found a ball in the bleachers that I thought was that hit ball. I had Ball #2! It was very odd though, because I was convinced, but Erik told me otherwise. A ball is a ball right?
I would get shutout all of Giants BP, and it was extremely frustrating. There were literally 7 straight HR’s into the LF bleachers. It was really raining balls. I would be perfectly fine with two balls. I would end up giving the ball I found to Matt as a souvenir to take back to Florida.
I’m gonna dump a bunch of pictures of the game right now…
My friend Ryan was part of Disability Awareness night, and he is representing Best Buddies. An organization that is dedicated to forming one-on-one friendships with individuals with disabilities. I’m deeply involved with at SRU.
Matt and I look pretty dumb.
This is the view from our seats.
That’s about it. For all the ballhawks that met Matt, thanks for making him feel welcome. He really enjoyed Pittsburgh, and is strongly considering moving here. This is basically it for this entry; again I don’t have pictures of both balls together since I forgot to number them. 😦 Thanks for reading, and if we haven’t met please introduce yourself. I love meeting new people, especially readers! 🙂