An All American Evening

My Honey and I took Sassy and The Bandit to a baseball game this evening.  It was great and the home team won.  And the best part was that the game really came down to the wire.  At the bottom of the ninth inning we were tied, bases loaded, one out, and Junior Spivey hit a beautiful line drive to center field that came up short of the fielder.  It was wonderful. 

I have always loved baseball, and with the exception of hockey, it’s the only sport I enjoy live.  Or, on television for that matter.  I played as a child and have fond memories of my father coaching my team.  Sassy had no compunction what so ever in telling me she really didn’t want me to explain the game to her this evening.  Ah well.  She does enjoy shoes so we have that in common.

The Bandit was quite happy to discover that he could be as loud as he wished and his father and I wouldn’t shush him.  I encouraged him to yell and clap all he wanted.  He was also delighted to watch the goofy mascot dance and clown around.   Of course, the hot dogs, popcorn and nachos went a long way in impressing him, too.  So I have hopes that my boy will be a baseball fan with me.  I guess as long as there is a silly mascot and junk food, I’ll have someone to accompany me to the ball park.

After the game, there were fireworks.  Yowza!  Our little AAA ball park is quite small and the fireworks were quite close.  My ears are still ringing from the booming explosions.  But they were fun and beautiful and patriotic.

Even with all this going on this evening, I still managed to push out four pages.  36, 325 words toward my 100,000.  Wow, when you say it like that is is really quite daunting, isn’t it.