Yay Stitch & Pitch

Okay, how much fun was that? I had a perfect evening at the ballpark with the fellow knitterly types. The weather was perfect! The knitting was delightful! The seats were great! I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat.

Erin and I took the Metro to the ballpark. Here's the entrance approaching.

I've been to the park several times before -- JT and I share some season tickets with friends -- but when I go with him, I actually have to pay attention to the game. This time, it was more like a knitting night - with baseball as a backdrop. Not that I'm complaining at all! It was fantastic, and the company was spectacular.

Erin with Holly and Michelle. (Maybe if I link to them, they will update. Cough cough.) Just to the other side of us: Paula plus Amy and Maia, whose blogs I don't know but who were awesome.

We totally lucked out because we had seats in the front row of the section, meaning that my sock got an unobstructed view of the field.

That's a blurry Marigold Sock, which I cast on the night before in a panic when I realized I had nothing appropriate to knit at the game. (My only current languishing WIP is the second Drunken Bee, which requires way too much concentration.) Judging by the length of the sock, this photo was taken sometime in the 3rd or 4th inning. How do I know? Because this is what I got home with:

Okay, slight confession - I did turn the heel once I got home, but the length was all from the 14-inning game. We even left at the end of the 13th inning. Hooray for baseball knitting! (The yarn is Claudia's Handpaint in Red Wagon, and I'm sort of in love with this colorway.)

Also spotted:

Jody! (With Erin and me in this pic). Jody had the ability to spot me from 10 rows up, and I'm so glad she did! All in all, a really fantastic night.

The rest of the weekend was fairly uneventful. I had a ton of schoolwork to do, so that consumed most of my time.

JT, meanwhile, was working on his own little project:

Teaching Sam to play Frisbee. The puppy's pretty good at it, surprisingly. Much better now than 2 months ago, when he didn't have enough teeth to catch the thing and hold it. He catches about every third or fourth toss in the air. There's just one problem....

When Sam has the Frisbee, he doesn't really want to give it back.