I landed at Reagan National, where Rick picked me up and went straight to the Marine Corps Museum in Quantico, VA, picked up some goodies and had a beer in the replica Tun Tavern.
|New shirt bought at the museum|
|Me, George & Rick after a few scotches|
Then we hustled on up to Harrisburg for a AA Eastern League matchup between the hometown Senators and the Altoona Curve (it's still a stupid name, G!) We had a very good time, of course but two things of note: George decided he was going to be the world's biggest fan of this kid who played for Harrisburg, a first baseman by the name of Shawn Pleffner. So G was hollering/rooting for this guy with every at-bat and every play at first base. We had a great time with that. On the way out I noticed a plaque, which George took a picture of but no longer has. But since we all love baseball and history, this plaque telling us the history of the Harrisburg Giants of the Negro Leagues was pretty cool. Oh, and the ball field is on an island in the river, same place that the Giants played.
The next day G had a prior engagement, so Rick and I shuttled off to Richmond to see his son and go to another Eastern League game, this one pitting the hometown Richmond Flying Squirrels against the Bowie Bay Sox. Of most interest to me is the ballpark in Richmond, which from the outside looks like a major league stadium. There are very few of these "mini-major league" ballparks left. Pawtucket is another, though even older than this one.