Baseball has been very, very good to me

I love going to a baseball game. I'm very, very good at looking away at the most exciting, crucial moments, but I keep trying. Today was the first day here that it hasn't been hell hot and my Pinkie T had her company's suite. We slung open the sliding doors and had a cool breeze blowing through all night. Okay, so I'm a bad fan and I was watching Supernova on the TV (never seen it before -- it's crap and Dave Navarro is an idiot but I already knew that). But I do know that we won. And I had my girls with me. I also saw a guy catch a foul ball, give a big smile, and hand it to his adorable little curly-haired boy, about three years old. Who was so excited he promptly threw it over the balcony. Maybe he thought it was a Cubs game? Easy come, easy go!

Another win: I haven't been able to eat much for quite awhile, but for some reason when I got there and smelled the hot dogs, I got so hungry. I stuffed my little belly with dogs, chili cheese fries, popcorn and beer. Ah, satisfaction.