A crowd waits to try Pilot Peak wines
When my Charles and I discovered that there was going to be a wine event at the River Cats Ballpark followed by a baseball game, there was no hesitation -- we bought tickets then and there. Four wineries participated, Pilot Peak, Nevada City, Chateau Routon, and Mount Aukum. The first two are from our area of the foothills and the latter two are around the Fair Play area. (Which is south of us and in a different county, among other things. Don't you love foothill town names, btw? We have Rough and Ready, they have Fair Play -- fantastic!) We discovered that Fair Play didn't experience the late hard frosts that our area did. While their crops are later because of the long cold season, they didn't lose any of their grapes.
Mmmm... Nevada City Winery
The other thing that we quickly discovered is that our wineries were, ahem, better (and more popular), and the people were friendlier. To the right in the pink shirt is Delia. My Charles and I love her. She's the store's wine rep for Nevada City, and she's such a character! The Fair Play folks were nice, but they seemed a little uncomfortable with the whole event. The Mount Aukum wines were refined, but their retail prices are hard to swallow. I also noticed that I was getting the same cologne-type nose with every wine we sampled. I soon discovered it was actually from the man who was pouring. Oh well. So while I enjoyed their varieties, I have no idea what the real aromas of their wines were.
Here's the wind-up...
After sampling and chatting and sampling and chatting, (and getting a bit of food. They had hot dogs with spicy ketchup rolled in what seemed to be tortillas and a small fish sandwich with a mild tartar sauce.) baseball commenced. This was the first time we've watched the River Cats this year. They were a fantastic triple A team last year -- so fantastic, in fact, most of them are playing for the A's this year. This season's team isn't quite as great, but it was baseball, there was a wonderful delta breeze, and I had a slight buzz on, so it was an enjoyable evening.
However, because the team isn't quite so great this year, the game wasn't too compelling. We'd never seen the River Cats lose. Well, until Wednesday, that is. We were sitting behind third, so we had a good view of the outfielders and the grounds crew between innings. There was always a lot to watch, including a silly race that included the River Cats mascot running around the bases with his tail tucked between his legs in a rather suggestive manner. Out of the corner of my eye... Well, anyway, the view of the Sacramento skyline was nice, especially as the sun set.
Golden bridge for the Golden State
The bridge lit up into its evening golden splendor. I always love to watch the bridge turn from baby poop yellow to a glowing Sac town wonder. As soon as the glow begins to fade, flocks of crows begin to fly in front of the bridge on the way home to their nightly roosts. I adore watching their large groups dotting the horizon.
There is a scoreboard in there somewhere...
After the sunset, the regular comedy of the minor league sound guy commenced. I like how ridiculous some of the sound choices -- and music choices -- really are. I truly enjoy the cheesy songs that each and every one of the players choose to herald them to the plate for their at bats. Do you really need a theme song? Does Nickelback really get you that pumped?
I'm so hardcore
This guy cracked me up the most. His song was Guns and Roses' Welcome to the Jungle. Every time he walked up to the plate, I heard that song blaring away and then looked up at his super-huge mug glowing on the scoreboard and laughed. Every time. It never got old. Obviously, this Eric guy is hardcore! Can't you tell?
#3, please, please, please
By the seventh inning, my Charles and I were incredibly hungry, (those little hot dogs did not cut it!) so we headed out for some grubbage on the way home from the park. (We've never left a baseball game early before, but the lack of scoring from the River Cats just wasn't that interesting, and we had work the next day.) Thank goodness of Auburn's In-N-Out!
Is this too stereotypical Cali?
A hamburger, fries, and a fresh pink lemonade, and my belly was one happy, contented thing. Hooray for In-N-Out! They're open late, they're super fast, and their food is old school diner yumminess. While going out to eat is a real treat for us, sometimes we just want a burger and fries.
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