It's Groundhogs Day in Kate's world.
Okay, not really. That would suck because that would mean it's February, effin' cold and daylight would be at a premium.
I'm really jazzed because I get to go back to the Great American Ball Park for more heckling, those fabulous weiners (actually last night I was all about a brat, some sauerkraut and spicy mustard) and some Miller Lite.
I made a last minute decision to go with some people for another night of Reds versus Royals. On top of things, tonight is Barry Larkin bobblehead night (they have, like 40 thousand of those things to give to the 22 thousand fans who will show up), so at least I'll be leaving the ballpark with a cool souvenir.
Last night's game was awesome. Lots of laughs, good food, and I even managed to learn something. I asked why players could run past first plate and not get tagged out, and had no idea that was a rule that applied specifically to that bag.
The time before I learned what happened if a player got walked when there was already somebody on first base.
Yeah, so I'm like a million years behind the rest of the world. At least I'm learning.
Besides, I can always be counted on for some good cheering...