Well, you know us, if it involves a ball, a scoreboard and blood and sweat, we are ALL over it. Ok, not really. It was the promise of hot dogs (for the short ones) and beer (for the tall ones) that got us to the stadium to take in a little Summer Americana this afternoon. (And we made it a suprise for dad so he had no vote). Mom insisted we ride our bikes-- assuming that the game would be rather miserable for everyone, we could at least say we had a great family bikeride. Turns out, we had a surprising amount of fun!

 Happy Father's Day!!!

We could just pretend that this is a sun hat. The reality was that, this afternoon, it was a rain hat.

J: Dad, seriously. If you drop me now, I will land on the biggest green foot I have ever seen. Please hold on.

J: Whatcha got in there and why are you holding out on me?

On a sunny day, a gorgeous view would be here revealed. As much fun as we had today, that was likely our annual pilgrimage to the land of sport, so we'll try to capture the view next season!!