photo credit: Ed Hernandez

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Friday we obeyed the popular song and took the fam out to the ballgame to root, root, root for the  St. Paul Saints. And we did not stop at peanuts and Crackerjacks. Oh no siree. There was cotton candy and mini donuts too (and maybe a Summit beer for a thirsty somebody). In other words, we did it up right.

If it’s been a while since you saw a Saints game, you should totally go. There’s enough entertainment packed into one game to keep even the most lackluster baseball fans entertained. You can always count on some sort of wacky theme. Plus, goofy games between innings: What’s in the Bag?, tire races around the field (Red tire rules!), a pizza toss, and an oddball stuffed animal casting into a large pair of pants (!). And who could forget the cross-dressing field crew, Mr. Vegas, The Nerd and the real Japanese guy singing karaoke?  Like freebies? There’s no shortage of them being chucked into the stands, be it t-shirts, peanuts, koozies and whatever else won’t cause a concussion upon impact. I recommend a Friday night home game for the impressive fireworks display. And if your little slugger has a bad case of ants in the pants, a between-inning Kids’ Zone visit (thank you, bouncy house) is a must.

Check the schedule and order game tickets online for a small convenience fee or buy them game day like we did for an additional $1 per ticket (additional $2 for Friday games). And gather up the family and your big foam #1 finger. As the song goes, they won’t care if they ever get back.