I now firmly believe that baseball is the most American sport.
From the hotdogs, to the anthem, to the Boy Scouts everywhere, to the crowd singing along with Lee Greenwood, to the complimentary post-game fireworks. I think I felt more patriotic than on the 4th of July.
Here's a photo recap:
In real life, Eric's head is not twice the size of mine. That's why I've agreed to have his babies. |
This was an awesome spot to have put a ball field. It is north of the river and overlooks the cities. It was beautiful. |
Mmmm. Huckleberry ice cream during the 7th inning. |
The Tri-City Dust Devils pulled out a 7-0 victory. And we got to see some great fireworks. |
And that's the recap. It was a nice little date. We've now been to a football, basketball, hockey and baseball game. What's next? (Besides me receiving a nomination for "Best Wife Ever.")
2 comments:
I feel like I am now stalking your blog on a more regular basis, based off the fact that I have commented on what seems like every single one lately. I am glad that you have finally come to this conclusion about baseball. I am in the process of finding you a trophy for "Best Wife Ever" Love you.
Unlike Eric, I AM a fan of the hotdog photo.
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