It does not get much better than this!
An Indians-Red Sox matinee out in the open air with the sunshine god holding me in the palm of his hand.
I guess I am a loner, though I don't want to be alone forever, especially when I get old.
I enjoy hitting the ballgame at noon alone under the pounding sun in the open air, temps in the 70's.
There's nothing like watching Major League Baseball to get your juices flowing at the same time relaxing your mind, heart, and soul.
I hate to admit it, but not having a spouse or children at this juncture, this is one of my only true joys. I guess my Cleveland Indians are the children who bring extreme joy to my life.
My Mother used to tell me I was her everything, her reason for living who brought her total joy.
Well, I understand now what she was talking about.
In the course of a 3 hour baseball game, I can run through the gamut of expressions and emotions--and usually do.
There were more people on hand that have been at any game I've been to all season, except for opening day. What an exciting day!
From the very young to the very old sitting side by side enjoying the pure game of baseball. The players from both teams giving it their all. Sometimes outstanding defense and a pitching gem totally outshines a mammoth homerun.
Thursday's game simply awesome. An Indians win 1-0 still allowing me to get to my next event on time.
It really doesn't get much better than this.
The only thing that would have made it come close to perfection is either Mom sitting next to me or the man of my dreams enjoying baseball as much as me.
