Following a refuel at home, I would continue on to spend my next trip with family again. I would head to Wheeling, West Virginia, where my sister was living at the time, to take in a few games with her and her boyfriend.
We would go on two day trips, one up to Pittsburgh to see PNC for the umpteenth time, and one over to Cleveland to watch my sister’s boyfriend’s team. While my sister isn’t a huge sports fan, she has always stayed in enough of the know to understand what is going on in her loved one’s sports worlds, so I always appreciate some time to do these types of things with her. Though, she’ll be the first to tell you that what the two of us really need is just more time to watch figure skating together, a sport we know very similar amounts of information about, regardless of how terrible we both are on ice skates.
I don’t remember much from either of these trips other than a lot of laughter and some much needed time with my sister. There was a festival going on in Pittsburgh the day we went up, so I remember wandering around PNC before the game, but many of my experiences with the Pirates run together, as it was the closest team to us growing up.
The Cleveland game was a bit different, especially since her boyfriend was an Indians fan. (I’m guessing he probably still roots for the Guardians, but they haven’t been together in some time.) He was capable of telling us some things about the stadium and I remember they played the Houston Astros, who would become my sister’s team in later years. I also always look on to the pictures we have of my sister and I on that trip in fondness. Now, if only the games themselves had been memorable.
Raven K 