Bottom of the 9th...

Joe is in week number 3 of training at work, and he's up to his eyeballs with having to process and store everything you ever wanted to know about mortgages. I am very thankful for Joe's continuing expertise in this field, as when the time comes for us to purchase our first house, we will most definitely not be tossed around by an eager banker trying to reap his rewards at the expense of our youthful optimism.

This past week, Joe and his team members were unleashed to the phones and got to do a little calling to test the skills they have learned thus far. A simple, "Go get 'em fellas" and they were off to the phones dipping their green toes into the water. After a week of calling and giving it their best shot, a surprise "awards ceremony" arose Friday afternoon. To the one who had performed the best, pulling the most credit reports, spending the most time with the customer, an award was given...2 tickets to the evening's Indian's game, circa 20 rows behind the dugout. Posh.

So where did we go last night? The Indians game indeed. Joe was the who earned the gold sticker.

We played the Kansas City Royals and fought it out for a 5-4 win. We were ahead by 1 (4-3) from the 5th inning all the way to the 9th, before the Royals scored one to tie it up and leave it to the Indians to make it or break it. Sure enough, Rouse comes up to bat, hits a double. Crowd gets on their feet. Garko comes up to bat and hits a game winning single to center field to carry Rouse home for a 5-4 Indian win. It was pretty thweet.

After Friday night games, a solid 10 minute firework show entertains the audience with oooohs and aaaahs, illuminating faces both young and old. A great way to end the high energy evening.

Go Indians!