Looks like I'm going to partake of a great American tradition and attend a baseball game next Wednesday. Woohooo.
My lovely lady will be singing the national anthem at a NY Mets game (I know, I'm more of a Yankees fan too but, anyway...)
I always thought baseball was the best excuse husbands found to take time off drinking beer and eating junk food when forced to renounce to stripers and McDonald's... Otherwise, uh...
9 innings of guys waiting for someone to strike a ball w/ a bat, really? This can't be serious. You guys heard of hockey? Guys on blades kicking each others in the face w/ sticks? On ice... Now that's what I call sports. There's blood AND beer...