Preface: I am not a baseball fan. If someone forces me to name a team I like the answer is the Astros or the Mets, and its only an answer by association (guess which teams Howie likes?). In fact, up until the second or so year I dated Howie I actually never watched baseball, hated the idea of watching baseball, and had only ever been to one game as part of a field trip in 7th grade. Baseball is Howie's first love, however, and so it has been his mission to convert me. Today, I will admit I enjoy watching a game at the stadium. I still have no team loyalty, I know only the basics about how the game is played, and I really only get truly excited about the hotdogs, but I still have a good time going to a game with my boy.
By the bottom of the 7th, however, I was ready to go home... mostly due to my exhaustion, but also the drizzle was making me cold and uncomfortable (I am not very pleasant when I am cold). Nonetheless, it was a nice diversion from the usual work week and it put my favorite smile on Howie's face.
|the view from our seats|
|my happy boy|