Friday, July 19, 2013


Tomorrow is my birthday.  I love my birthday. 

Spencer--as a manager at his place of employment--was given the season tickets seats for tomorrow night's Bees game.  It was fortuitous that this opportunity came on my birthday, because I LOVE going to baseball games.

I don't know who the Bees are playing.  I don't know who the Bees players are.  I don't know what place the teams are in.  I could probably officially keep score with a bit of training, but I don't care that much.  I cheer for a hit, I root-root-root for the home team, I like to watch the mascot work the crowd.

Mostly I love the sound of when the ball hits a mitt or when the bat cracks off a ball (especially on a really good hit).  I love watching the chalk go on the field.  I love watching the players dust themselves off.  I love all the smells and the sounds of the game.  And yes, I love the ballpark treats.  I love that it's HOT, because these are, after all, the boys of summer.

I'm super excited about this game.  Happy birthday to me!