A night at the ballpark with J was an unexpected and greatly appreciated surprise. One of the fun things about working in radio is the tendency for tickets to a variety of events to become available at any point in time. This afternoon my awesome sales manager dropped me a phone call asking if J and I wanted to go to the game tonight. Thanks to Grandpa and Grandma R, we got to go. So here we sit, in uncharacteristically beautiful July 1st weather (76 degrees??? What?!) taking in the Boys of Summer.
Now come on Birds, rattle the bats. I want a $0.99 Sonic Blast tomorrow.