Yesterday we all went to a Portland Beavers minor league baseball game. Josie and I had a blast, Lou and Daddy, not so much. Josie and I are baseball people, the other two are not.
We did it up right, singing the National Anthem and the 7th inning stretch at the top of our lungs, eating peanuts and keeping score in the program. I taught Jo what I knew about the game, since John wouldn't know what RBI was if it smacked him with a catcher's mitt. And to my delight, she likes it too and was genuinely interested in the goings-on. We're going back for the last home stand as a birthday present, just her and me.
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