The opening day of baseball is observed like a holiday around this house. Why isn't it a holiday anyway?? We are far from a major league ball club but lucky to have a good college team to watch, especially since we live in the middle of the wheatfields. The weather has been great for baseball and so tonight we decided it was time to introduce the youngest to our American past time. He did well. He made it to the bottom of the fourth, before we had to pack up and head home. It took Miss Greta a couple years to build up to that many innings. I think he did so well because he was able to watch his sister dance her heart out. Who needs home runs when you have Miss Greta grooving to 80's tunes. It was a nice evening of enjoying baseball with a good friend, watching Greta groove and spend LOTS of time with Butch the cougar (you're pretty awesome Butch) seeing Fieldin get that "look" he gets whenever he watches sports and just happy to see green grass again.
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