Nothing But a Baseball Party

When I heard the fireworks I knew something was afoot. I had just gotten back from Orlando a few hours earlier and was dead tired and sitting on the couch watching stuff off the TiVo. The fireworks were going off and then it dawned on me: there's a game tonight, those fireworks are a little earlier than usual, and Barry must have hit the home run we've all been waiting for.

I quickly turned the game on to see Barry talk about his accomplishment and see the replays--it was awesome. I wish he would have done this last week, when we were at the park for two games. Even though we never sit in the outfield, I thought it would have been cool to catch that ball. Even if the guy that caught it almost got the crap beat out of him in a huge bruising stampede for the ball.