POSTED BY Sarah Green ON 10:56 pm, July 30, 2008 - POSTED IN News reel
Hey there, team. I’m at some craptastic Econolodge in Nowheresville, PA, right off of 81. The wifi only works in the lobby, so I’m going to throw these pictures up and then go hide out in my strange-smelling room. (Is it a bad sign if the scent of the room sort of stings my eyeballs? I guess I should just take out my contacts and suck it up.)
Ernie Shore Field, in Winston-Salem:
Great stories about Ernie Shore, but since time is short, I’ll let Wikipedia tell you.
Inside the park:
It was a really beautiful night for baseball—a little humid, but not too hot.
Here, a Hillcat stands in front of a bit of signage commemorating Bill Slack. Who is Bill Slack?
The between-innings entertainment was truly entertaining. Here, Wally the Warthog (I really, really wish they’d gone with “Warty,” but I guess you can’t have everything) “loses” to his young nemesis:
But nothing, and I mean nothing, could outshine the eyeball race:
Naturally, it was sponsored by a local optometrist.
And finally—-Yaaaaaaaay! Warthogs win!
the team is called the Warthogs??? why would anybody want to be a warthog? is this a compliment? I mean, it’s certainly better than the Winston-Salem Mechanical Voiceboxes, or the Winston-Salem Lung Tumors, but still…
were those scary pig-like things in Willow warthogs? the ones that ran around and ate babies?