I was never a baseball fan until I met my boyfriend. Now I understand the concept of a double switch and swing a rubber chicken when pitchers walk Barry Bonds.
You can't beat 41,000 people on their feet and screaming when one of the best ballplayers in history slams a baseball over the right field wall and into the bay, where ten kayakers in vests and gloves dive into the freezing water just to try to grab the ball.
Since you went home, Ninds, I thought I'd post a photo that reminds me of home. Thanks so much for letting me guest post, and enjoy your time away.