Once I got to Miami was a different story - what a logistical nightmare. I had had a hotel picked out, so I went straight there. English was her second language, so we had to work together on how I would get to the Marlins game, and where i would park my motorcycle. I arrived at 3pm and the game started at 7pm, so I parked in a temp spot across the hotel. My options were to take a $40 cab (one way); take a bus to a tri-rail that may have gotten me within 20 blocks of the stadium...or ride 20 miles from South Beach to wherever the park was. I opted for the latter. The very second I parked at Sun Belt Field it started to downpour, but not enough to delay the game. Wiping off the seats brought me to my 31st ball park! It was a flip-flop game and I ended up leaving in the middle of the 8th having not even checked the score yet. I also noticed the Sox/A's game was a flip-flopper (as did the Oakland natives behind me). A whopping 11 fans were at the game. I got back to Miami Beach and found a parking lot that would hold my bike till the next morning.
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