It was seasonably cool, sunny, and only lightly breezy today. In other words, the perfect day for a ball game. An employee group at my company had tickets available for a Class A baseball team's game this weekend, including all-you-care-to-eat picnic, so we went. Our first baseball of the year.
The Beloit Snappers started out by giving up 3 runs in the top half of the first inning (sheesh, guys!), but they redeemed themselves by the the fifth, when they caught up and were ahead by one run. Unfortunately, we didn't get to see the end of the game because our toddler parking meter ran out. You can only put enough into those for about three hours, you know.
I'll let Greg tell you about the screaming that occurred, but the other three of us had a good time. Perfect spring day.
On the way home, we stopped at a stoplight at a busy intersection. Julia spoke up from the backseat. "Oh, Mom. I don't think you're going to make it." I told her that the stoplight was going to make the other cars stop and then I would make it. That child, unfortunately, has definitely inherited her father's pessimism.
We made it home safely, obviously. I think everyone will sleep well tonight. Even little miss pessimist.
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