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Piper Fire Night At Brighthouse Field

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It was time, once again, for employee night at the Brighthouse ballpark, home of the Clearwater Threshers.  Piper Fire treats its staff to a Phillies minor league ball game with beer and snacks free.  Since I have an in at Piper, I took advantage of a great night for chowing down.  They give you a wristband and all you have to do is walk over and ask for anything, compliments of Piper Fire.  



I enjoy the intricacies and strategy of a ball game.  


These are kids hoping to either make the ball club, or fading prospects just trying to stay with the club.  Retiring and going home to work at the Mall doesn't sound like much fun.


Ladies, you must be careful when dressing inappropriately at the ballgame.


Prying eyes will notice your rolled up thong straps.  



 This guy hit a triple and rolled around trying to execute a slide but ended up in this configuration.  Yes, embarrassing.  But then again, they are just kids, after all.







I thought this was a pretty scene.




It was an extremely pleasant evening with beautiful clouds and the excitement of a ballgame.  Can't beat it.  Well, yes there are other things that are better, but this ranks up there, certainly in the top twenty.

Unfortunately it was a shorter evening than it had to be.  Little Norah grew restless, and there is a point at which it is no longer worth it.  So we left.  I ate too much.

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