We were very surprised when we got the because we found that there was no one there, but the we realized we were about thirty minutes early, we thought more people would show up later. Not very many other people did show up. That was okay though it still turned out to be lots of fun. Five minutes before the game was to start me, my dad, and two security guards went down to the field. I and my dad walked up to the mound together, I was nervous for him. Apparently he was more nervous because his pitch was horrible; it didn’t even make it all the way to the base! I was so embarrassed that I just walked off the field to the dugout and back to my seat. The whole night, next day and even a few days after that my dad was being told that his pitch was horrible, he was being made fun of it. Luckily he takes criticism well and he knew that everyone who was making fun of him for it was ultimately joking so he joked back. The game went well. In Venezuelan baseball games there are waiters that come around and ask what you want, pizza, hamburger or a hot dog. We would always order a lot of food, and then the family in front of us would take most of it. This made my friend’s dad very angry, every time he would see the food coming he would practically jump up out of his seat and grab as much as he could so that the people in front didn’t take it. This was one of the funniest things that happened all night.
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