Are You Ready for Some Baseball?
Hot Damn, our season begins tonight. That’s right, we’re back in the Nationals box seats bleachers again with thousands of other fans who are there to root on our home team eat crap loads of shitty food.
I really am geared up for another season of baseball. Larry thinks that I only go for the food, to talk to the poor souls who sit near us and for the hotties. That’s mostly true, but I do love watching the game since it’s one of the few sports I understand. (Seriously, I really tried with football this past season, but geez are there a lot of rules… and a lot of commercials.)
However, I’m bound to be one of the dads who can take their kid to a game and when a really great play happens, I look over and say, “Son, I have no idea what the player just did, but how about we get another plate of chicken tenders?”
That’s what family memories are made of.
I really am geared up for another season of baseball. Larry thinks that I only go for the food, to talk to the poor souls who sit near us and for the hotties. That’s mostly true, but I do love watching the game since it’s one of the few sports I understand. (Seriously, I really tried with football this past season, but geez are there a lot of rules… and a lot of commercials.)
However, I’m bound to be one of the dads who can take their kid to a game and when a really great play happens, I look over and say, “Son, I have no idea what the player just did, but how about we get another plate of chicken tenders?”
That’s what family memories are made of.
posted by Anonymous at
6:05:00 AM
5 Comments:
family outings are always great. I hope Kristin isn't really into sports where we have to go watch others play, although it could lead to some great family memories. I'd much rather watch her play sports. That way I get the whole plate of chicken all to myself.
So were you one of the Booers?
Ah the smell of fresh cut grass, warm beer and cold hot dogs.
oops forgot to sign in with my name...not really anon.
We went to a few games last year. I'm not sure how taking an 11-month-old to a game would work. Of course we could get a babysitter, but.... you know the drill.
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