Cleveland Rocks!

Actually, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Museum was a bit disappointing overall, so no offense to Drew Carey, but Cleveland only sorta rocks. They had a nice collection of memorabilia, like John Lennon's middle school report card that said he spent too much time thinking up "clever remarks" and not enough time on his homework. (Lesson to self: Be nicer in my student reports so my snippy comments will not be in some rock star's hall of fame exhibit twenty years from now. I mean, how embarrassing.) Johnny Cash's tour bus (pictured above with me and my dad in the doorway) was quite interesting, mostly because it wasn't as posh as one might think.

Stephen got his five and a half hours in the rock museum and I got mine at the baseball game. One thing I really do miss while living overseas is access to stupid American sports like football and baseball. So, I bought tickets to an Indians game and forced Stephen and my dad to sit through two hours of a full-on thunderstorm that the park euphemistically called a "rain delay" before play could even start. They were both pretty sure the game would be canceled, but I wouldn't leave until it was official. Fortunately, the major league gods shined on me and the first inning started right about nine. We left at 11:30 and got home by 2:00 am.
What game is complete without an old-fashioned 100% beef ball park dog? No "Manila style" dogs for us (see previous post).
And, oh yeah, our seats rocked, as you can tell from my picture below.
The game was worth the wait, especially winning 4-1 over the Giants. I think it was the only game the Indians won that week (and maybe this one, too). Poor Indians. They've got a racist mascot and a 60-year world series drought. You gotta just love 'em.