Baseball love..

Baseball is one of... I can't even find the right words to describe the amount of joy it brings me.

With baseball right around the corner I feel I owe it a lovely rant. The key word is lovely.

I remember watching my first ball game it was on the tele *as she laughs to herself* and I'll be honest it was horrible. I wanted to kill myself.
My only reason for watching it, was from losing a bet.
Anyways when the brutal 9 innings were over I said adios, see ya later...more like NEVER.
To my surprise I was secretly crawling back to the tv a couple days later.
& that's how the flirting started between us. Our secret love.
Soon enough I was addicted to the game...in LOVE with baseball.
It didn't take a genius to realize it.

Less than a year later I felt it was time to see my new love face to face..no more of this eHarmony crap!
The minute I walked into the Rogers Centre the smell of hot dogs, peanuts and beer rushed to me... I'm not gonna lie I actually cried for a minute it was beautiful. (no lie, ask my mother)
Nothing like your first baseball game.
Despite not being able to drink, hearing my mother cheer for the A's with some fat American fans and then losing to them. The experience was absolutely amazing. Unforgettable!

& that is the fairy tale story of how baseball and I met and then fell in love, for all the future generations to know.

We still have quite a serious long distance relationship going on...
I live in Vancouver they live in Toronto. We meet up at least once a year and it works lovely just incase you're wondering ;)
--good luck this season Ca-nada's boys of the summer! you got this!