Actually, that's a line from a song by the Dirt Band. And this past weekend, I went to Augusta, Georgia for the first time. And it wasn't a bad visit. But let me start with the beginning.
A few weeks ago, the wife and I went to Athens to visit The Little Princess, who's a junior at the University of Georgia. Her sorority was having "Daddy/Daughter Day" at the Bulldogs' baseball game that Sunday afternoon. And, since her computer was having problems, we scheduled some time to figure out the problem.
It took a while, but we got her laptop fixed. But we didn't have time to fix her desktop, so I took it with me and worked on it. Got it all cleaned up, Norton updated, and Spy Sweeper installed. But still needed to get it back to her. Schedules just didn't work out. Until this weekend.
My son is graduating from high school back in my hometown, and there was an event at church and meal afterward. (Note: Baptists love to eat!) So, I would be heading that way. I took a vacation day Friday and took the Princess her computer, then went to Augusta for some baseball, since the Catfish were playing there and since The Little Prince had stuff going on, then went to my hometown for the Sunday events.
So that's how I ended up in Augusta.
I must say, the fans were very well behaved during the two games I saw. One sitting near me got a little beer in him Saturday and started acting a bit like an ass, but he was the only one. And everyone was very well behaved Friday. And both nights, they were applauding and acknowledging when the Catfish made some good plays. So, the Dirt Band got it wrong from what I saw.
Baseball fans. I like that.
The world could use more baseball fans. At least like the ones I encountered in Augusta.