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My father and I have developed a pretty unique, sort of out
there summer tradition over the past few years: At some point each summer, we
go to a baseball game together.
I know,
weird right? Fathers, sons and baseball. If that oddball mix can somehow work
then by god I guess there’s still hope for my peanut butter and spaghetti
sandwich idea.
Baseball
is a great sport to see live. Game aside, how can you beat sitting outside on a
beautiful summer evening with a beer, peanuts and some good company?
Even
better, the very meandering nature of baseball, the thing that makes it borderline
intolerable to watch on TV sometimes, makes it the perfect relaxing night out
activity.
There
are a few brief minutes of action here and there that require your undivided
attention, but the rest of the time you can just kick back and soak in the
atmosphere.
Or you
can partake in one of my favorite pastimes in both baseball and my day to day
life: People-watching.
Which I
did and here are a couple of things that I noticed during last night’s game:
