peanuts and cracker jacks

I cried yesterday. Not from being sad. I cried because of a beautiful, touching moment. I had a hot dog in one hand, a Dr. Pepper in the other. I was sitting at a ball park, and then some chick started singing the national anthem. I stood up, had to put my Dr. Pepper down so I could put my hand on my heart, and tried to sing along. But I was too choked up. Some times I really love America.


check me out. I'm playing it cool. I'm like, yeah, I'm at a baseball game, so what?


What do you mean "so what?!" Baseball's awesome! So many things make baseball games wonderful. I mean, there's the hot dogs and Dr. Pepper, the national anthem (after which everyone screams "PLAY BALL!!!"), movie/song clips played at various times, and drunk people.


Plus, there's other great stuff to eat. mmmmmm...funnel cake...


Hey, look - Matt got nachos...


deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelicious! Mom's trying to eat my hair I think.

And of course, singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" during 7th inning stretch. Our team was winning by so much at that point, we decided to just call it a night. It had been as long as 9 innings...