My birthday was last month. (I’m 41. Thanks for asking.) To celebrate, my family took me to see the Frederick Keys play the Lynchburg Hillcats. The Keys are a Class A minor league ballclub in the Carolina League and are part of the Baltimore Orioles farm system.
They get their name from Francis Scott Key, who was born in Frederick County, opened his law practice in Frederick city, and whose final resting place is in the cemetery across the street from the stadium.
I’m no great fan of baseball; football is more my style. Oh, I did a few years in organized youth baseball (Little Loop and Babe Ruth) and signed up for a couple of turns of corporate softball, but I have no skills. I find Major League baseball boring and overcommercialized*, and have no great love for Major League ballplayers. However, I can follow and enjoy a game.
A number of things that appealed to me:
The day turned out even better than I expected. It was a beautiful day with clear, blue skies. There had been rain in the forecast but it held off until after we left, and the temperature was just perfect. (In other words, my wife was cold.) A previous game had been rained out, so we now had a double-header. My family also got me a gift certificate for my favored beer retailer.
The concessions are a bit on the pricey side, but still much less than you would pay at a Major League ballpark. Heck, they are less than you would pay at a movie theater. Between innings there were the obligatory contests and little goofy events. (If you’ve seen Bull Durham you’ll know what I mean.) They had a chicken dance contest on top of the visitor’s dugout, had a couple of kids race around the bases in opposite directions, had a show from kids learning to juggle, and even had three guys—dressed as a hot dog, soda cup, and popcorn bucket—race to determine which item would be discounted for the rest of the inning.
We ate hot dogs and popcorn. The girls had cotton candy. And, of course, my wife and I had 20-ounce cups of craft-brewed beer from the local brewpubs. Somewhere in there we watched, with varying degrees of attention, the Keys split the double-header with the Hillcats. Followed by a very nice fireworks show.
Everybody had a great time which, after all, is really what I wanted.
* Sure, the same could be said for the NFL and I wouldn’t disagree. But my enjoyment of football is usually enough to overcome these drawbacks. Not so baseball.
Last week was the week from hell.
Lots of crap—mostly political—going on at work that’s totally stressing me out; my wife is going to nursing school and is not home most nights, so I have to rush home (read: make sure I don’t miss my train and hope there are no delays) to pick up my kids; and various and sundry commitments that I don’t particularly want to do but don’t have a good reason to blow off.
On top of all that, I’m trying to help a non-computer-savvy friend with her computer problems. Apparently, she has been running it on high-speed DSL without a firewall, no anti-spyware software, and an anti-virus application several years old. I feel like I should be wearing rubber gloves working with this thing. Oh, and the NIC doesn’t work. And it’s a 233 MHz processor with 96 MB of RAM. Running Windows XP Professional. That has never been updated or patched. And contains all of her not-backed-up precious pictures and is how she pays her bills.
Anyway, by the time Sunday evening rolled around and my wife got home, I was pretty much wiped. Seeing my plight, she reminded me that it was “Kids Eat Free Sunday”.
Which can only mean one thing: Barley and Hops.
Well, she didn’t have to ask me twice.
The kids love the “Picasso Pizza” on the Children’s menu. Given a pita, sauce, grated cheese, and pepperoni, they get to make their own pizza. For our entrées the wife and I had, respectively, the beer-battered shrimp and the buffalo chicken wrap.
But this isn’t a food blog, is it?
I decided to get the beer sampler and, geek that I am, took some notes. The sampler included all of their “core” beers as well as their current seasonal offering (Winter Warmer). It didn’t include the bourbon barrel stout that was on the hand pump, but that’s okay because I had some of that the other night.
Catoctin Clear
Kölsch
4.3% ABV, 13 IBU
light straw color and very light on the tongue; refreshing with just enough bitterness in the finish; would be great on a hot summer day
Annapolis Rocks Pale Ale
American Pale Ale
5.9% ABV, 38 IBU
dark straw in color; medium body; hops cut right through the malt; delicious
Tuscarora Red
Red Ale
5.1% ABV, 22 IBU
color of dark tea; flavor seems to be a little lost; undercarbonated
Big Ben Nut Brown
4.4% ABV, 17 IBU
color of dark tea; medium body; light hop bitterness; okay
Schifferstadt Stout
Dry Irish Stout
5.0% ABV, 27 IBU
deep opaque brown; pleasantly nutty; very smooth; good kick from the hops; delicious
(Sadly, while still listed on their website, Dirty Little Blonde and Schwarzbier are no longer part of their core offering.)
Winter Warmer
Seasonal
medium-dark amber with red highlights; medium body; pleasantly warming
Of these, my favorites were the pale ale and the stout. My wife preferred the Winter Warmer.
More importantly, though, I got to spend some relaxing time with the people I love.