Waking up with that American sadness
Afternoon matinee, midnight madness
Come on everybody, let's get on with the business
I was also fortunate to be able to take my dad to game one and my oldest son, who attended thirty or so games as an infant in 2005, to game two. We sat in the finest cheap seats in baseball, one section removed from the Cheer Club's beloved 518.
Here was our view. Click on the picture to see a larger version.
The best of luck in the ALCS, gentlemen.