baseball
I was delightfully surprised last weekend when I went to my first baseball game with my parents. After a longer-than-necessary phone conversation during which my dad answered all of my silly questions and explained to me all the intricacies of the event (what should I wear? how long will it take? can I bring my book?) I finally agreed to an afternoon at the ballpark. As it turns out – watching baseball on a sunny Sunday afternoon is a lot of fun! I awkwardly ate a Spolumbos hotdog, I drank Bud Light Lime (or “Bud Light with chemicals” as the beer man liked to say), and I slathered on the sunscreen (except for my legs – those I was displaying as much as possible in my summer’s-about-to-end effort to give them a little more colour). I might even be convinced to go again.
