The Perfect Game

Every summer our parish heads to the local farm team's baseball stadium to enjoy an evening of  baseball, food and fun.  Our priest usually treats the altar boys to the game and waits for them on the third baseline with a fistful of vouchers for food and miscellany.  This year Msgr. had enough tickets to gain entrance for our entire family.  As a thank you for his faithful service as an altar boy, Stat Boy scored $10 in vouchers. It was a scorcher to begin with, but the sun set quickly and the whole family had a blast at the ball park.  It's a rare occasion for us to find an activity that we can all enjoy equally as a family with our combination of cynical teens, goofy tweens, and little ones, but this one really did the trick.

I can't think of a more perfect way to get good and blue and sticky than with cotton candy.

Baby Wingnut loved calling strikes and foul balls.  He actually watched the game with great interest for about two innings.

Even the girls had a blast, especially since they decided to root for whichever team was winning.

The home team won, but we missed the game winning home run in the 10th.  Around the 7th inning, lightning began flashing in the distance and by the top of the 9th, it was close enough for us to hightail it out of there.  As we approached the 12 pass, a light rain began to fall.  By the time we were out of the parking lot, it had become a torrential downpour that followed us home.  As we pulled into our neighborhood, it had once again diminished to a misty drizzle.  We could not have had better timing.  To top the evening off, our happy, yet exhausted Baby Wingnut was down for the count.  Could it have been more perfect?