It’s hard to top free baseball tickets, twenty rows up from the field on the first base line, on the first day in two months where the thermometer hovered somewhere below 90 degrees. Add in a best buddy, a few overpriced hot dogs, and several fireworks displays, and you have one perfect evening. Her buddy O called it a night after the seventh inning stretch, but E and the rest of us stuck it out til the end. There was a glimpse of fall in the air, and the memory of the great baseball the three of us enjoyed last year in the race to the World Series made us snuggle up for the last inning and cheer for the final victory fireworks.
