Once a year my uncle buys about 50 tickets to a Mariners game and we have a pseudo family reunion in the nosebleed section, and yesterday was The Big Day. As the game’s start time coincided with Vincenzo’s nap time, it was not the most pleasant of experiences for us. Vicnenzo spent most of the game covering his ears when people cheered; asking, “Is it over?” then following up that question with, “Is it over now?”; and really nailing down the smoldering eyes look.
There were a few bright spots in the game for him, though:
Thank you to my BIL for taking these gorgeous pictures…and for letting me touch your equipment whenever I wanted throughout the game. My sister and my husband either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
Anyway, we’re not big baseball fans ourselves but we managed to keep ourselves entertained. Like how in the second inning when I pretended to go into labor and my younger sister rushed over to help me birth a bag of blue cotton candy. She held it up for all to see and announced proudly, “It’s a boy!”
Later in the game she traded in her surgical mask to give her inner artist a try. I hope whoever this foot belongs to enjoyed the improvements my younger sis gave it!
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Honey mustard pork
Pea and cheddar salad (you know the one)
Spinach salad with strawberries and walnut vinagrette