This sign can't be good for business.
Last stop on our trip, Virginia. Uh-oh, no parking.
Ted?? Walt??
More stormy weather.
And the biggest water slide we've ever seen. Oh, that's a road.
Outlaw mobile homes. They're dangerous.
Wait a minute, the last time we were at The Diamond, they were the Richmond Braves. I guess the Flying Squirrels have taken over.
Or maybe Chick-Fil-A is in charge.
Stephanie with illiterate cow.
Gotta have faith.
Many church groups for faith night: Orange,
Blue,
and Yellow.
Fire juggler
Mmm... cinnamon roasted nuts. We'll be back later.
And barbeque. We'll definitely be back later.
Ballpark
We sat in the Uppy deck.
Quality, selection, savings, every day; but what do they sell?
Fun stuff
Can you catch a flying squirrel in your pants? They couldn't either.
Dance contest
The recession has really hit him hard. This former king is selling ice cold drinks in the stands. Stephanie thought he was the King of Beers.
Dadd is very protective of his daughter.
If baseball doesn't work out for him, maybe the Rockettes.
They drink bugs down here?!? Nah, sunflower seeds.
Big bubble bowling.
The drag queens. Dancing to Greased Lightning while cleaning up the field in their maid outfits.
This guy tamed a flamingo.
The managers and umpires could just not get along during this trip.
This kid needs the new denim diapers.
Old school.
We may have to come back at the end of the month.
They're no crying on roadtrips.
We're ending this roadtrip right, this time we had to make our own pulled pork nachos.
And helmet cup ice cream topped with cinnamon roasted cashews.
The Richmond Flying Squirrels (AA for the Giants) beat the Bowie BaySox (AA for the Orioles) 5-2.
Time to throw tennis balls on the field again.
Todd: "... Baseball". Stephanie: "... Metal".
Last game on this trip. Sniff.
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