The Boys of Summer

Every now and then my husband gets tickets to sporting events through his work, usually at the last minute. Yesterday afternoon he called me at 2:30pm wanting to know if I could leave work at 4:00pm so we could head down to the Phillies game. It was a beautiful day and I wasn't feeling the Easter leftovers that I knew were waiting for us at home for dinner so I said why not. The seats were great, lower level third-base line. I picked up a hot dog and french fries and got back to my seat as the Natioanl Anthem was playing. Perfect timing. Our row of seats was empty except for us so I didn't have to deal with someone crowding me. Unfortunately the Phillies got their asses handed to them in the late stages of the game courtesy of a grand slam off the bat of one of the Washington Nationals but that didn't dampen my spirits. I got to eat tasty ballpark food instead of leftovers, traffic wasn't that heinous and my other boyfriend Chase Utley was there larger-then-life on the jumbo-tron. Sometimes life is good.