Nothing says
"summer" to me more than baseball. My nephew, Wade, is one of the coaches for the Velva Legion Team. They played tonight in Surrey, which is a hop, skip, and a jump down the road from our home. Since is was a beautiful summer evening, I decided it was the perfect chance for me to experience the joy of eating a hotdog, drinking a soda, watching a baseball game and spitting sunflower seeds all over the ground. (Soon spitting will be out-lawed at ball parks in the name of sanitation-- that would be the end of baseball as we know it.) I wasn't disappointed. It was a barnburner of a game--lots of home runs and close calls. And Wade's team ended up the winners-- the score was "something" to "something else". Guess I wasn't paying real close attention. There were many distractions. One being my friend Heather's darling daughter eating a frozen icey-pop.
Now, that's summer at it's finest!
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