Take me out to the ballgame
My sister and I spent a great deal of our childhoods on a baseball field. Our brother was kind of a hot-shot pitcher, so every weekend and at least a few weekdays we found ourselves digging through dusty dirt to find some liquorice or trying to coax our mother into buying us a fun-dip
. Sometimes we might be able to scout out a fly ball and then score ourselves a free snow-cone, but those were only on REALLY good days.
. Sometimes we might be able to scout out a fly ball and then score ourselves a free snow-cone, but those were only on REALLY good days. 
A love of baseball is in our blood, so just as soon as it started to feel like summer around Seattle, Teresa took me out to a Mariner's game. I do love baseball, but I think I love hot dogs more. I also will take any opportunity to watch the sunset in Safeco Park
...it's so amazingly beautiful! Add a few pints of beer (and because it's Seattle, there is a respectable selection) and VOILA, you have a summer night that dreams are made of.
...it's so amazingly beautiful! Add a few pints of beer (and because it's Seattle, there is a respectable selection) and VOILA, you have a summer night that dreams are made of. 
On the way home, we rolled down the windows and blasted Heart's greatest hits
. Though we were completely hoarse by the time we arrived home, we were light as feathers and happy as clams. Thank you, Cliff Lee
. Thank you, Full Sail Amber Ale. Thank you, jumbo dog with mustard and onions (mustard and relish in her case). Thank you, Ann Wilson
. Thank you, weather.
Thank you, sister.
When are we going again?
~crm
1 comments:
only you two would look so glamorous at a sporting event. it pleases me to no end that you're the type of woman who can wear a smartly ruffled shirt to a baseball game AND chow down on a hot dog.
can't wait to have a summer night with you...someday.
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