Team Batgirl was very disturbed to arrive at the Dome tonight and find that the BatQuarters...the giant jug of milk at the right field foul pole, had been replaced by a decidedly less spacious "Grab and Go" bottle. Sure, it's much more hip, but there's no room for the BatCouch. You'd think someone would have consulted us. So we had to find other seats, until we could submit our renovations to the proper authorities, and the view was decidedly less good.

We could almost see the game from our perch one row below the last in the upper deck. Poor Sooz nearly wilted from hunger waiting for the hot dog man to get his sherpa and climb up to us, though we were just high enough so no one on field could hear Batgirl's foul-mouthed ranting during Kyle Lohse's ill-fated three run inning. Probably.

Nonetheless, it was great to be in the Dome tonight--the tribute to Bob Casey was absolutely beautiful--Gordo got visibly verklempt during his speech and Casey's sons did a great job on the PA. One of them managed to sound exactly like his pop, enough so that for a time we still had Bob Casey with us. It was a good feeling.