Saturday=four hours at the ballpark.

Luke's teeball team now gives each batter 3 pitches to see if they can hit it before they bring out the tee.  Lukie rocked it!

Adam's poor team played the best team in the league and pretty much got whooped.  It was a little bit ugly, except that my friend Susanne's son plays on that team, so we sat next to each other during the game and chatted each other up.

Basically, after my four hours at the ballpark, I went home with a slight sunburn, greasy mustard from my hot dog dribbled on my arm, two empty Coke Zero bottles, and cheeks that hurt from grinning.

I couldn't be happier.