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These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things - Summer Baseball Games

There is nothing like a baseball game.
 
 
I know, I know - you have heard this from me before, but let me tell you, it never gets old to me.  I can't go to too many games.  I want to one day have season tickets with Bill and go all the time: Get to know the people around us, cheers victories with them, and like we are not surrounded bystrangers.  The ambiance, the food, the drinks, and just the attitude of baseball is so fun and carefree.  It is a sport where I feel like the entire time I am watching, I am a part of something so fun and worth my time - it brings so much joy to my heart.
 
This past Friday the Baltimore Orioles were in town, and I always attempt to make it out to support my home team and wear my Orioles t-shirt :)  It was a blast (and not just because the Orioles won), but mostly because it was the best of times with wonderful friends!  I went with a pretty big group (12 of us to be exact) and we laughed and danced and ate and just relaxed.  What a lovely thing to do on a Friday night! 
 
There is something so nostalgic about a baseball game, and I think I will always just love to be at a game waching and smiling. 
 
Happy Tuesday!

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  1. We are season ticket holders for the Padres, and there is nothing more fun than going to the games and getting to know people! I LOVE baseball and even though the Padres are awful, it's just a good time, every time! So glad you had an awesome time with friends!

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