We are baseball obsessed in this house (well, JR is baseball obsessed) and today was the first Phillies game of the season. In preparation, we slathered on the sunscreen, donned our Phillies shirt and our baseball hat, reviewed our 10 baseball cards until we found the card for Craig Counsel of the Diamondbacks, who would be playing in the game, and grabbed Mom and Dad to go join all the other families from the daycare up in the bleachers.
It was a perfect baseball day - hot, but with a breeze that kept the bleachers from being unbearable. We had baseball karma - two seconds before we pulled our car into the pay lot, a fellow Phillies fan who was walking handed us his preferred parking ticket so we were able to park for free right next to the stadium. It was Mr. Phillies Potatohead day at the park, and changing MPP from his batting clothes to his fielding clothes kept JR occupied through a few innnings. Oh, and of course, the Phillies won.
The best part was listening to my son hooting and hollering with the best of the fans (future Wolf Pack member?) - quite unlike Mom and Dad. Where do these obsessions come from?
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