I love baseball and haven't been to a game for some time, so I had a most wonderful time on a perfect evening, about 80 degrees with a gentle breeze and no precipitation. The Drillers lost 3-2, but that didn't spoil my enjoyment of the game.
Hornsby, the team mascot, entertained us between innings. Corny, but fun.
An added pleasure was the addition of these three young men from France who were part of our party. They spoke almost no English, had never been to a baseball game, and found the whole thing fascinating. They even had their first taste of a root beer float, a treat for Americans which earned a D+ from our foreign friends. Oh, the faces they made! As we left the stadium at the end of the game, our translator advised that the guys found the evening to be great fun, however the game of baseball was "awfully slow compared to soccer". Can't argue with that!
As darkness fell, the cityscape became even more lovely. A good time was had by all.