There is nothing quite like Opening Day in Cincinnati. It is the Queen City's Mardi Gras, but with baseball.
I can't remember the last time I got to go to an Opening Day game. Maybe not since Great American Ballpark opened in 2003. In any case, it was a joy and a wonder to share this day with my grandson, Ryder (above and below) and his other grandfather, "Pops" (Ryder's dad had planned to join us but had to work through the game on his current movie project).
We arrived at the park about forty minutes before gametime and finally made it through the gate (above). We each got a free Reds towel, and met up with Pops and headed for our seats.
The pregame ceremonies included the unfurling of a ginormous American flag, and the recognitions, national anthem (sung for the third year in a row by Marlana VanHoose), and flyer by two F-16 fighter jets were moving.
The hometown team didn't get the W but the pitching after the second inning was excellent, the rain in the middle innings didn't delay the game, and it was fun seeing a few favorites (Votto and Hamilton) and new faces (Scooter Gennett, particularly).
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