Last night was Pack the Park Night for good ol' Habicrap with the San Antonio Mission(arie)s. The Mission(arie)s are our minor league baseball team. They feed into the Seattle Mariners...and they aren't half bad either.
So, one of my favorite things to do in SA is to go to Mission(arie)s games. You can yell, talk with your friends, drink beer, see cute guys in tight pants, and most importantly people watch.
Anyway, through Habicrap I was able to have my little moment of Rock Stardom.
I got to throw out the first pitch of the game!
It was pretty friggin' awesome, y'all. Course, I haven't thrown a baseball in about 6 or 7 years, but that's neither here nor there.
At the game, I was driven out onto the field in a truck. I walked up to the pitcher's mound, was handed a brand spankin' new ball, and told to toss it on down. There were two other people throwing out pitches with me - one was a girl about 10 years old and the other one was another little kid (Little Leaguer), he looked about 8. So, I step up - ham it up for the crowd by spitting on it and throw it towards the catcher. Well, at least in his general direction. I will say that at LEAST it didn't have to bounce. I'm proud of that fact.
It was so cool. They announced my name (the guy who announces SPURS games also announces for the Mission(arie)s... meaning, the same guy who says "Manu Ginobili" at every Spurs home game also said "Arianna C-----". Dude, it doesn't get any better than that!) and they put my name up on the Scoreboard. It was a dream come true. And afterwards, we took a few pictures, signed a few autographs (okay, so that's not true, but I was ready to), and waved goodbye to the crowd as we were very quickly hustled off the field. I WAS able to take a quick peek at the bench and offer a few good luck wishes before I got off the field tho. All in all, it was TRULY a Rock Star moment.
As a side story: I was offered to keep the ball that I threw out as a memento. But I noticed they didn't give the little boy a ball to throw (he had to throw his own - psssh, cheapskates), so instead of keeping it for myself, I decided to give it to him. It was all very cool. I was being pushed off the field and he was being dragged off for more pictures with his Little League team, when I turned back, called out his name, and tossed him the ball. Just seeing the smile on his face was worth more than any stupid ball keepsake.
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