Dateline Cincinnati

My best friend Clare, her dad Sid and I got to see Ken Griffey Jr. live and in person today as the Reds beat the Braves for the second time in the series. It's as hot up here as it in Birmingham, but that doesn't stop locals from scarfing up heavy German fare, like peppers and sausages, at the ball park.
Across the river is the Goetta Festival (pronounced "Getta" -- rhymes with Jetta), a celebration honoring the strange combination of sausage and raw oats. It sounds absolutely disgusting, but is actually wonderful -- more so on a cold winter morning when Clare's grandmother makes it for us and not in the 100 + degree heat, but the festival and all its cheesiness was good times.
More photos and stories to come from our Interstate 75 baseball roadtrip.
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