It was a good plan. However, last Sunday hubby tells me that he has to go on a business trip Monday morning and he wont be home until Wednesday night.
Hence the reason I became the Dad today and got to enjoy an afternoon at the ballpark. Samantha stayed home with her little sister. She's such a good girl.
I was so happy to realize that our seats were in the shade behind first base. We went to a game a couple of weeks ago and sat in the blazing sun on a Sunday afternoon right behind the home dugout. The seats were FANTASTIC but I think I got sun sickness or something. I had the worst headache that night when we got home. I was much happier with these seats that were a little farther back in the shade.
There was something I have been wanting to talk with you about regarding the game a few weeks ago. There was a man sitting a few rows in front of us that looked like a movie star. He was probably in his late 30's with a golden tan and beautiful hair. Think Corbin Bernson from his L.A. law days (sorry to those of you under 30 who wont know who I am talking about). His hair, actually, was a little to pretty.
This guy had obviously blow dried his hair very carefully. His feathered look would have made Farrah Fawcett very proud. I really wanted to take a picture for you all to see but I wasn't sure how to do it without him thinking I was a freak.
Throughout the game I found myself watching him. There was something about him that really bugged me. I don't think I can trust a guy who spends that much time on his hair. I am sure he spends WAY more time in the bathroom getting ready than I do. Somehow, that just doesn't seem right.
Thankfully this man left after the seventh inning so I could quit obsessing about his hair and start paying attention to the game. Oh boy, was it ever an exciting one (you non sports fans should probably stop reading now).
We were down by one in the bottom of the ninth.
Then this guy gets a hit.
The fans cheer!!!
A few more batters, a couple more hits and the boys are celebrating another victory.
They look just like little leaguer's high fiving each other and jumping up and down. So much fun to watch! Almost as much fun as watching the man I love enjoy a day at the ballpark with his oldest son.
They were in baseball heaven!
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