Last night, I went with Bill and my mom to see a local baseball game. This is the fifth time we’ve gone, and we always have a great time. My parents get tickets each summer, and Bill and I have also gone by ourselves or with friends. It’s such a good outing because the tickets are relatively inexpensive, and sometimes the proceeds go to a charity, including the National MS Society. The stadium is pretty new, and we seem to find seats out of the scorching sun because the place is never packed. So the three of us planted ourselves behind home plate (near the top of the bleachers under the overhang) and had to dodge several foul balls, which some of the kids delightfully caught. We had to shield my mom, who recently had eye surgery and couldn’t see well out of her protective “Ray Charles” sunglasses. No one got bonked on the head, so all in all, a good time was had by everyone.
