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The Pirate fans brought their brooms to PNC stadium today, hoping to sweep the Boston Red Sox. Thankfully, we won the game four to two, with as many errors for the two baseball teams. That made the record of the games I have seen 3 to 1. Pretty good.

My father and I jumped in my little car this morning and followed my GPS in the strange Pittsburgh traffic that was well beyond our Mainer-skill. It did not help that my GPS decided it could not understand downtown traffic, but between his brain, my brain and its brain we made it to the stadium an hour and a half early. It was really awesome to get to watch Becket and Crawford sign autographs for fans and see Lester talking on the field.

The game had much less energy without my long line of family surrounding me, but it was still a lot of fun. If only I could express the joy people had when David Ortiz got up and hit a ball into the river–unfortunately a foul ball–or that when our closer, Papelbon, got up to finish the game for us! Afterwords I drove with my uncle, Matt, to Outback steakhouse. We talked about life, love, family, past, future. It was great to connect. Tomorrow we leave early in the morning and head back to Maine, but this vacation has certainly ended on a wonderful note.

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Tonight was one of those nights that make you believe that maybe magic does still exist in the world. David Ortiz is the Red Sox’s Mickey Mouse—making us believe that anything is possible. Although he got up in the ninth inning and was not able to change the outcome of the game, just his presence sent energy through the Sox fans.

The Pittsburgh Pirates team beat the Boston Red Sox team tonight, but the Sox fans certainly beat the Bucs fans. We out-cheered them even when they were the most energized. We out-numbered them too, if I had to take a guess. The entire stadium was sold out, thanks to us. We came to see a good game and we did. Five home runs. Final score six to four, with a real chance to win up until the very last out. I did not expect to feel giddy when I entered the PNC Park, but the fourteen-year-old girl who loved what her father loved was back and the wonder of the world of live baseball sent happiness through me! I had been to Fenway twice as that younger girl, but the magic of the Sox is apparently strong enough to survive outside of Fenway.

Pittsburgh fans and Boston fans interacted with friendly jests and all came together for a wave that looped the stadium several times. My Pittsburgh relatives and my father and I threw insults about the teams back and forth all day and throughout the game. We had a TON of people, so many that we got a flashing welcome on the game board! I was able to sit next to my father (Red Sox games are our thing) and my sister and her husband. I never thought I would see the two of them have so much fun at a baseball game. Our group stretched out behind us and beside us, every single person having a wonderful time.

It was a day full of jumping on trampolines, eating food and, laughing; and a night full of entertainment, cotton-candy eating, and firework watching. Those were, by far, the most outstanding fireworks I have ever seen. They danced and moved and flared like nothing that even Disney had ever done. Not even the after-game traffic could kill my joy. The family was great; the game was fun; the day felt like vacation, just how it was supposed to be.

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