Monday night we paid our respect to the Sea Cow-- aka the Space Coast Manatees. Apparently, they are the worst team in the league--which we quickly grasped based on the score. But...the awesome stadium is just 2 minutes from our apartment, the night was balmy with a cool breeze, my tummy/Baby G appreciated the cheeseburger, two hot dogs, two bags of Lays potato chips and two ice cream sandwiches I guzzled, Scott got to represent L.A., and we had awesome seats above the dugout--along with the other 12 people in attendance. We felt so All-American.
"What a hitter! What a league! But girls playing baseball?"
Name THAT movie!
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It's all about the experience! We used to go to Arizona Diamondback Games just to say we'd been there. You'll never remember who won, only that you had fun!
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