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buccos blessings

i was very blessed to be given some tickets to see a pirates game at pnc park in pittsburgh last night, and we were doubly blessed (shannon and i) to have a beautiful night in the city to enjoy a baseball game at a first class ball park.  not only that, but once we got to our seats, we were surprised to find out that none other than hines ward (my favorite football player of all time) was throwing out the first pitch! are you kidding me?  of all the games for me to go, i get to see hines ward?  it was awesome.  here are a few pics from our seats above and behind home plate. 

here is the view of PNC park from the roberto clemente bridge.  such a beautiful ballpark. 

and here is the view of the city from our seats in the park.  so gorgeous. 

we got to see a good game. the buccos were going for the sweep against the nationals, and they played well, but fell behind late in the game and weren't able to overcome. 

it was great to have the opportunity to see steven strasburg pitch.  he is so old school with the high socks and the 100mph fastball.  he only pitched 6 innings - 18 outs - but got 13 strikeouts in that time.  he would go from a 98mph laser to a 79mph knee-breaker and just made hitters look silly, like you can see McCutcheon doing below. 

we had a great time in pittsburgh (parked at the game for $5!  five dollars!  are you kidding me?), got to see a great game on a beautiful night, and got to see hines ward at the ballpark to boot.  thanks, Kim, for the gift!  we certainly enjoyed it!

the roberto clemente bridge


Crafty P said…
what a great date night! you two sure do travel!!
I love all the filters you're using on your pics! sweet

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