Take me out to the ball game

Tonight was my first ballgame of the season. Howie had been asking repeatedly each day this week if I wanted to go to a game and today he finally got me to commit, despite the last minute notice and my supreme exhaustion due to lack of sleep (allergies are getting the best of me this season).

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.

On this drizzly evening we got to watch the Yankees take on the Twins. The first inning was quite exciting actually; the Twins brought in 4 runs and the Yankees brought in 3. The subsequent innings were typical and mellow. We had fantastic seats just behind home plate, in which we sat on cushy seats and had our food brought to us. It was such a treat! The view was absolutely perfect - we could see everything. I was hoping for a foul ball to come our way, but today just wasn't the day for that.

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