Hey Batter Batter

Baseball may be better than cricket. There. I've said it. I can hear the cries of "She's un-Australian!" right now. But...it's true. Something is happening at all times, there's music, crowd interaction and the vibe is excellent.

Balls were going every direction, even over the back fence; which sent the kids running like mad, pushing and shoving trying to get to the ball first. You didn't have to wait for a man to run out onto the field with his box of balls so they could pick a new one, they just used a new ball! BONUS if the ball went into the crowd you could catch it and keep it. I really wanted Husband to catch me one but none came our way this time. Sadcat. Look at our awesome seats though!

Baseball bats break and it is spectacular, they just snap in half and fling off in any direction. It's dangerous and awesome. By the second innings I was clapping and cheering with the regulars. A full house or a home run saw me screaming "RUN!" and I almost believed they were running faster because of it.

We bought a Twinkie because baseball is very American, as are Twinkies. Unlike baseball, Twinkies are shit. They smell like fondant icing but taste like dry sponge cake, disappointment and chemicals. Never again. If there is an apocolypse and all that is left is Twinkies I just hope to die quickly.

They did have hotdogs though! YAY! There were a few food trucks as you were coming in that sold yummy looking food like tacos, pulled pork buns, pizza and snow cones but we had the traditional hotdog. The clubhouse sold about 6 different varieties and they were very good and so big! Two hands required!

The Brisbane Bandits won, go team! I don't have a team shirt or hat but I will be back and I will be getting another hotdog. Fingers crossed Husband catches me a baseball next time.