What I mean by “Ten outs in Hickory,” means that I literally only stayed at the game for ten outs being recorded. In other words, my brother and I stuck around the game for just a little bit over one inning of a nine inning game, before leaving. This was also after driving 2.5 hours from Raleigh to get to Hickory.
This is the kind of shit why I always “joke” about being the worst baseball fan in the world. I drove 2.5 hours to Hickory, because they were giving out a Chipper Jones bobblehead, that I really wanted. As for the game itself, I honestly didn’t really care about it, and after walking around the small minor league park, I felt that I had gotten enough feel for the place.