My friend scored some free tickets to the ballgame last Wednesday, so we ventured to Camden Yards.
The temperatures hovered in the mid-80s and made for a interesting afternoon and evening.
I had not been to a baseball game as a fan in Baltimore since I was probably eight-years-old. Every other visit has been work related. Instead of being crammed into one of the photo pits, I was 15 rows behind home plate filling my stomach with beer and snacks.
This is a quick glance of what crossed the graces of my lens for a couple hours leading up to and at the game.
Most were mindless snaps of whatever I glanced at.