Dee and I woke up relatively early on the 4th to play tennis at the courts near our house. We had to wait for a little while until a court became available. It was a beautiful, cool day and Dee and I quickly fell into a groove. We split the first two games then I took the third game to take a 2-1 lead. My serve started failing me and Dee kept me running all over the court and before I knew it she was up 3-2. I evened it up then she promptly won the next two games to take a 5-3 lead. Since there were people waiting, I knew we wouldn't have a chance to play a full second set. I decided to buckle down and focus on keeping the ball between the lines. I held serve in the ninth game and broke Dee in the tenth to tie it up 5-5. I held serve to take a 6-5 lead and was close to winning the set until Dee finally closed me out after about 6 deuce points. We were tied 6-6. We played the first six points of the tiebreak to a 3-3 tie and I managed to edge out the final three points to win the set 7-6. After that we were both pretty spent and decided to call it a day even though another court was open and we didn't have to vacate. Hopefully, we'll get out again tomorrow to play another set or two.
Unfortunately, the Sox lost 7-1. I guess Dee and I are bad luck. Last time we went to a Sox game they lost to the Rockies.
My favorite part of the game was the 11-year-old sitting two rows in front of us that kept heckling the umps and players. However, he wasn't heckling the A's players, he was heckling the Sox players even though he was decked out in Sox gear. His dad was even encouraging him. Every time he said something, I shouted, "You tell him, drunk 10-year-old!"
After the game, they shut off all of the stadium lights and had a fireworks display. I took a few pictures, but they didn't turn out like I'd hoped since I didn't have a tripod to steady the camera. This is probably the best shot I got.
Not great, but you get the idea. The fireworks show was a pretty darn good one. I was glad that Dee got to see some fireworks because she loves them so much. I was glad that I didn't have to deal with the sweaty crowds downtown. The Sox crowd was much more manageable.
After our big day, we were pretty wiped out and we both fell asleep on the couch watching TV before moving into bed around 1am.
A happy Independence Day, indeed.