Play ball!

I love baseball.

I know, weird, right?  I don't have the time or patience to watch any other sport (with the exception of boxing and the occasional hockey game), but I truly love baseball.

This past Friday night, the boys and I had a fantastic opportunity.  It was Scouts Night at Louisville Slugger Field, and we not only got to watch a baseball game on a cool evening, we got to march in a televised parade around the diamond before the game.

That would have been cool enough by itself, but there was also the game:

I don't get to do this stuff nearly enough...

The boys enjoyed the game well enough:

Why, yes.  Yes, I am a cheeseball...

Of course, Blake had more fun pretending to be a unicorn with his empty cotton candy tube...

Wheee!!  My head is pointy!!!

After the game, there were fireworks...

Boom...

Not affiliated with American Idol...

And then, the real fun...we went and pitched our tents, and turned the outfield into a one-night hobotown:

Nice digs...

Which means that I got to see the view from the other side of the grass...

I've always wanted to do this....

There was a movie shown on the jumbo "Pepsi-Vision" scoreboard, which of course nobody watched 'cause everyone was too busy running around playing frisbee, football, and--naturally--baseball.

Nobody went to sleep til about two-thirty (the stadium lights were on 'til four-thirty or so), but everyone had a great time.

Not only did I get to see a ball game, but I got to participate in one special night of my boys' lives that they will never, ever forget, and that was the best part of the night.  Whatever else may come, we had a fantastic, fun night in our own field of dreams.

And, just to be totally random, here's a pic of our lovely Starbuck, who sadly couldn't go with us because a. she's a dog, and b.  she's a big coward and wouldn't have handled the fireworks at all well...

Feed me.....

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Thanks for reading my ranting, 

Brad