We’ve been planning for a while to get to one of Lexington’s minor league baseball games, and it never really came together until we heard someone say, “On Thursdays, the Legends have one dollar drafts.”
Oh. What? Alcohol for a dollar? Do we have to watch the game?
This was my view for the entire time we were in the stands. (That’s Becca’s arm holding her… third beer?)
There’s basically nothing more American and delicious than fried dough with a powdered sugar mountain on top.
So, we were basically the last ones there… Just finishing our beers and making our way home.
This one is just to prove that there was actually a game going on. We didn’t just go to the ballpark to drink on a Thursday night. The Lexington Legends fell to the Asheville Tourists, which is unfortunate because a tourist doesn’t really seem like something you should be afraid of. I think the conversation about the Asheville mascot ended with us deciding that he wears a fanny pack, socks with sandals, cargo shorts, and sunglasses.