What is a double play?

Wednesday afternoon I won tickets to the Mariners game…for Wednesday night.
I called home.

Does Abby want to go with me?
Abby, do you want to go with Daddy to the baseball game?
N.uhhh…well…ok.

Her vote of confidence was overwhelming but when she was apprised of the potential for cotton candy and hot dogs she was all-in like Templeton.

She wore her pink Mariners hat, pink Mariners pants, her sporty shoes, and a blue windbreaker…Mariners of course.
We got there early and then waited an inordinately long time for a train. I am not kidding, something like 15 minutes or more on the wrong side of the tracks makes the cotton candy on the other side equivalent to a christmas that will never come. We procured our hot dogs and watched batting practice from our seats in right field. We weren’t back again until the 8th.
Since the M’s aren’t terribly good right now there were a lot of available seats and we sat in all of them. Every half inning we switched seats. At the top of the 300 section; now on the rail; 20 rows back from the 3rd base dugout; now we’re in Ferris Bueller land.
Two servings of cotton candy (blue and pink), one hot dog, exactly 1/2 of a peanut (salted and unshelled – “echhh! THAT is nasty!”), one homerun, 8 baseball cards, and a whole lot of seating changes we cheered the M’s to a 1-0 victory over the Boston Red Sox.
Somewhere about the 4th or 5th inning, near the Beuller seats, Abby said:

I didn’t know it was gonna be THIS much fun!