While I'm more of a football fan than baseball, I still enjoy going to games. I was 12 when the Pirates last won the World Series in 1979 (yes, I'm that old) and oh, how we loved Willie Stargell. In 1992, when the Pirates lost the National League Championship Series in a heartbreaker to the Atlanta Braves, I cried the whole way home from the bar where I was watching. I still have a soft spot for Jim Leyland, the manager at the time, even though he's now in Detroit.
PNC Park is a kick-ass place to watch a baseball game. Aaron and I have gone a couple times, including for our 20th anniversary (we're so romantic).
Aaron is a huge baseball fan. There's not much he likes more in the summer than sitting on our screened porch listening to Marty Brennaman calling the Reds' games on the radio. A while back we went to the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown and they had a display about radio and this sign sums up Aaron's feelings.
And yes, we've been to many a Reds game and as long as they're not playing the Pirates, I'll wear my blinged-out Reds hat. Fortunately, we're good-natured about the rivalries, although this year both the Reds and Pirates are playing well so things could get ugly at our house.
But the other day I came home to this:
My husband rocks.
And speaking of rock (or disco), what else could I choose for my #backthatazzup Friday tune but the Pirates' theme song from that fabulous year of 1979?
PS - But wait, there's more! Today I'm guest posting at my friend Steph's blog, Life According to Steph, while she's frolicking down the shore. Check it out!
Linking up with Sarah and Whitney!
