What better way to celebrate summer's first official weekend than a trip to the ballpark? I sang songs, stamped my feet, clapped my hands, shouted SWING BATTER! and even yelled at the umpire a couple of times (the guys behind me taught me the proper way to do this). Just when I didn't think it could get much better, there was a hotdog in my hands. Take me out to the ballgame ANYday. (Mom and Dad seem to think this is a once in a decade sort of an adventure--I'm not sure what's up with that).
OH! Come ON! He was SAFE! Totally SAFE! What? Are you BLIND?