Sunday was One of Those Days.
It was one of those days that you want to take a snapshot of your life and tuck it away someplace safe, to pull out when it hurts just to get out of bed.
For a few brief hours there, nothing else mattered but the game.
We had sun and comic book clouds and the smell of ball park dogs and fresh cut grass.
The kids were all smiling and laughing.
You could hear the thwack of a ball connecting with a bat or settling hard into a catchers mitt.
It was one of those days that you want to take a snapshot of your life and tuck it away someplace safe, to pull out when it hurts just to get out of bed.
For a few brief hours there, nothing else mattered but the game.
We had sun and comic book clouds and the smell of ball park dogs and fresh cut grass.
The kids were all smiling and laughing.
You could hear the thwack of a ball connecting with a bat or settling hard into a catchers mitt.
We even got bobble head dolls, and you all know how much I love free shit.
Yeah, Sunday was One of Those Days.
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