Minor League Thrills

After more than a month of waiting, my dad finally took me to a baseball game this year. With my mom11 months pregnant, I hadn't been out of the house in three weeks. I decided to get dressed up for the occasion. My dad said this was too dressed up for a baseball game (and a Nationals game at that).

Trying to go more casual, I put together this ensemble. My mom asked what the tape measure was for. I said it was to measure dad's expanding waist line with hot dogs only a dime. When my mom asked me how many hot dogs dad would eat, I responded as such.

Finally, after agreeing on an outfit, we headed out to the ball park. As the game started, I felt only lukewarm feelings towards the scrappy home team as evidenced by my tepid clapping.

After the first home run, though, my excitement level increased as I joined the crowd in the "wave".

I was absolutely ecstatic to discover baseball lasted longer than 3.5 innings (my previous high). With every half inning, I became more and more excited which culminated in the shot below where I finally saw the end of a baseball game. They are 5 innings long!

What a game! Our team sent the visiting team's record to 4 - 26. To top it off my dad didn't have to be wheeled out of the stadium for over doing the hot dog consumption. Winners all around.



Special announcement to my readers: The next post will be a bit different. After closed door contract meetings, I have decided to share some of my bandwidth with sibling number 2. Check back Wednesday for photographic evidence of Clyde Maurice as he makes his first post!