Sect 115, Row 2, Seat 21

Just got back from the uncomfortably named "Fifth Third Field", home of your Dayton Dragons, the farm team to the farm team to the farm team for the Cincinatti Reds. They were playing the Burlington (Iowa) Bees, same as above to the Kansas City Royals.

The stadium is three, maybe floor blocks from my apartment, and I figured I'll be much busier with schoolwork later in the summer, so why not catch a game now? Very nice stadium, only built in 2000, with large green dragons gargoylely flanking the scoreboard (the eyes light up and the nostrils blow smoke when the home team hits a home run). The team hits the field to the opening strains of AC/DC's "Thunderstruck", only instead of yelling "Thun-da!" the singer goes "Dra-Gons!"

Typical small-city ball game with your usual minor-league family-friendly 'tween-inning entertainment, with dancing mascots ("Heater" and "Gem"(?)), shirt slingshots, kids running the bases in funny costumes, and a septagenarian version of the Village People dancing to "Macho Man" on top of the dugout.

A dull 1-0 game at the start of the 7th inning ended with a rousing 7-3 victory. Snorting dragons-a-plenty. I had a 23-oz Labat's Blue. And apllauded these young local lizards.

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