Ahh... baseball.
 
I don't know where my fondness for the game came from.  My dad used to watch the games (well, nap during them) on the weekends, but he wasn't what I would call a big baseball fan.  In high school, I started watching the Cardinals play because I thought Tommy Herr was cute ~ it expanded from there.  I was never a Cubs fan like my friend Michele.  "...and it's root, root, root for the Scubbies. If they don't win its the SAME!..."
 
You get the picture.  (sorry, Chele )
 
the smell of popcorn and hotdogs
the beer man yelling from 3 sections away
the crack of the bat and roar of the crowd
watching the mascot make fun of the other team
trying to figure out what pitches the pitcher is using
homeruns
autographs
the "chicken" dance
 
Next Tuesday should be fun as well.
See ya!
Reen