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Don’t Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Apple pie and baseball are American traditions. I’d rather have a brownie than a slice of apple pie and I hate baseball. If that makes me un-American, so be it. Baseball is tedious and about as entertaining as watching the grass in the outfield grow.  I’ve been told it is more exciting when you’re at a game, but people at the games drink a lot of beer. I don’t trust them to give me accurate information.

All that standing around and just a few minutes of actual excitement.

All that standing around and just a few minutes of actual excitement.

Strike 1

When Oregano and I were dating for a few weeks, he called me unexpectedly on a Friday afternoon.

“My dad just got tickets to tonight’s Yankees game. Can you get to my house by 5:00?” he asked.

“Um,” I stalled. I wanted to spend time with Oregano, but sitting through an entire baseball game would be a mind-numbing way to spend the evening no matter who I was with. Before I said no to his offer, I had an idea. “Would it be okay if I brought a book to the game?” I asked tentatively.

“A book?! Why would you bring a book to a professional baseball game?” He was perplexed by my question.

“I think baseball is boring. You don’t know me that well yet, but I tend to get a bit snarky when I’m bored. I could probably hold it together for about 3 innings, but after that all bets are off.  If I have a book to read, I’ll be able to keep myself amused making me a much more pleasant companion,”  I admitted, wondering how he’d react.  It was way too early in the relationship to let my smart-ass show.

“The seats are on the third baseline behind the dugout. You probably shouldn’t sit there reading,” he explained.

At the risk of squelching our budding romance I said, “Thanks for asking me. Those are great seats. You should really bring someone who appreciates that fact and who will enjoy the game.”

Oregano agreed and took a friend. Thankfully, my disdain for baseball wasn’t a deal breaker for our relationship.

Strike 2

Several years later we encountered another baseball related conundrum. Our friend was having a birthday party at a minor league baseball game. I wanted to be there to celebrate with him, but the thought of sitting through a game was daunting.

“It will be fun. Some of our friends will be in the stands with us. We’ll be in a separate section so you can move around and talk to everyone,” Oregano said trying to convince me as we left the house.

When we arrived at the game, we ate and mingled with our friends while the players went about their business on the field. There was a lull in our conversation so I glanced at the score board. It was already the 7th inning. I looked at my watch.

“Hey, you were right. This isn’t so bad! It’s been about a half hour and we’re already in the 7th inning,” I said enthusiastically to Oregano.

“I don’t know how to break this to you, but that is the 7th inning of the first game. They weren’t able to finish last night’s game. They had to stop in the 5th inning. They’re finishing that game before they start the one scheduled for this afternoon. It’s kind of a double header.”

I became apoplectic. “What are you saying?” I was trying to process this new information. “Do you mean to tell me that there are two more innings in this game PLUS another 9 innings?” I sputtered.

Once the initial shock subsided, I turned to Oregano, “OK. Here’s the deal. I agreed to attend a baseball game. That’s a total of 9 consecutive innings.”

“Unless it goes into extra innings,” he interrupted.

I gave him the look and continued. “I don’t care how you divvy those innings up, but after 9, I’m leaving. I’ll come back and get you if you want to stay, but I can’t keep the snarky beast contained for 16 innings.”

Oregano agreed to my conditions. As it turned out, he wasn’t thrilled with staying at a minor league game for that long either.

Strike 3

A few more years passed before baseball became a topic of conversation again. This time we were on vacation in Colorado Springs. Oregano mentioned that the Mets were playing the Rockies in Denver. I know the Mets are his favorite team. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen in the thin air clouding my judgment, but I heard myself say, “Denver isn’t that far away. Go online and see if there are any tickets left for tonight’s game.”

Oregano stared at me in disbelief. “Your voice sounds like my wife’s, but those are never words I would have expected to hear coming out of her mouth. Do you realize what you just said?”

“Yes. I know what I said. If I were you, I’d jump on this opportunity. Who knows how long it will be until I make this offer again?”

Oregano quickly purchased 2 tickets to the game. When we got in the car to drive to Denver we noticed that the thermometer read 98 degrees. I have a heat activated bitch switch and I volunteered to sit in this kind of heat to watch a baseball game; clearly I underestimated the effect the high altitude had on my reasoning skills.

By the time we walked from the car to the stadium, we were both drenched in sweat. Oregano looked at my pink cheeks and glistening brow and offered these comforting words, “I’m sure it will cool off once the sun goes down.”

We arrived at our seats in left field. Holy crap! It was hot! What little breeze we’d had walking to our seats disappeared once we crammed ourselves in among the other sweaty spectators. I leaned back in my seat with a vat of lemonade. I had just gotten as comfortable as I was going to get when I heard a loud cracking sound. Everyone around me jumped up to try to catch the home run ball whizzing in our direction.  I assumed the crash position hoping I wouldn’t be hit by the ball or the people clambering to try to catch the ball.

Some lucky fan plucked the ball from the air and the crowd began to sit down. Oregano turned to talk to me and noticed that I was all hunched over. “What are you doing down there?” he asked as he settled back into his seat.

“Just staying safe,” I answered casually with my voice muffled by the arms covering my head.

“You do realize that it’s customary and fun to try to catch a home run ball,” he chuckled.

“I’ve heard that, but I’m fine down here protecting my head from the hard, high-speed projectile hurtling our way,” I replied.

When we exhausted our supply of lemonade and the sun dipped below the horizon cooling things off to a chilly 95 degrees, Oregano volunteered to go get us more liquid so we didn’t instantly burst into flames.

While he was gone, the game continued. The pitcher pitched. He scratched his crotch. He pitched again. He spit. He scratched his crotch. As sweat rolled down my spine and pooled in my underwear, I couldn’t imagine why people paid money to sit in this heat to watch this. Just then I heard the crack of the ball on the bat. Players started running and the crowd was cheering.

Oregano returned, his arms laden with liquids. “What happened? What did I miss?” he asked excitedly.

“Someone hit the ball. Someone caught the ball. Someone threw the ball and now someone is out.” I was proud that I was able to relay such a thorough retelling of the events that had transpired.

The man seated in front of us started laughing and turned around. He looked at Oregano and said, “It was a 6 to 3 play. Grounder to short stop and he threw the guy out at first.” Then he turned to me and smiled, “Not a fan of the game, huh?”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked. “In my defense, I accurately recounted the events. I was just missing some inconsequential details.”

We sweated through the rest of the game. I couldn’t tell you who won or what the score was, but the evening wasn’t a total waste of time. With that much sweating I was sure I had lost a few pounds. When we walked out of the stadium at 11pm, the temperature on the sign read 90 degrees. “See, I told you it would cool off once the sun went down,” Oregano said wringing the sweat out of his t-shirt.

“That was a memorable outing. Be sure you remember it because I am NOT doing that again,” I said cheerfully.

Oregano enjoying the one and only time I'll ever be at a major league baseball game.

Oregano enjoying the one and only time I’ll ever be at a major league baseball game.


Those experiences have done nothing to change my feelings towards baseball. If anything, they have solidified my opinion. Every October when television is inundated with playoff and World Series games, I am irritated that shows I want to watch have been preempted.

During this year’s playoffs, Oregano made an announcement. “I have a surprise for you. I know how much you dislike baseball, but they have found a way to make it even more torturous for you.”

“Really? How could they make it worse?” I was curious.

“There is something called sabermetrics. It’s a detailed mathematical and statistical analysis of baseball records. They are showing tonight’s game with all kinds of statistics on the screen while the game plays in the background. They’ve managed to combine your two least favorite things: baseball AND math,” he chuckled.

“I didn’t think it was possible to make baseball more boring, but they’ve managed to do it. That’s impressive!” I said walking out of the room as he turned on the game.




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About Paprika Furstenburg

I was born with an overly developed sense of humor and poor coordination. The combination of these two character traits has taught me humility and given me the perspective to find the funny in everyday experiences.

98 responses »

  1. Finally, someone who understands! I’m going on ten years of little league with my son and my obsessed husband. The season just started today. Ugh!

    • I didn’t realize there were so many fellow baseball sufferers until I wrote this post. Good luck to you as the little league season begins. Hopefully those games move faster than major league games.

  2. Yes! Baseball not your post. I enjoyed the post.

  3. Love it! I find baseball tedious (boring) also… no offense to the athletic ability of the players, it’s just me (as they say). Golf is but another… I can watch, if I am a big fan of the golfer or know on of the players (a home town guy) but otherwise… that remote just flips by itself and amazingly, tickets just never seem to be available when my hubby happens to want me to go along.. LOL. Very enjoyable read… 😀

    • I’m glad you enjoyed the story. If Oregano is in the mood to watch a game, I relinquish command of the remote and find a baseball free room in the house. Even he has admitted that the games can get boring.

  4. Paprika … I’ve taken in a few baseball games. Next to golf, it is as exciting as watching paint peel and grass grow. My excuse for sometimes enjoying baseball is: the people watching and the food. (Also, our grandson plays this and is very good at it.)

    I enjoyed your story. Tell Oregano he’s likely to have such an understanding and loving wife – snarky and all. 😉

    • I would imagine watching a loved one play baseball is far more interesting than watching an overpaid stranger play.

      I’m glad you enjoyed the story. I’ve taken your suggestion and reminded Oregano how lucky he is 🙂 I think he actually enjoys the sassy, snarky side of me on occasion.

  5. Reblogged this on FAME Magazine.

  6. wahoo! cheers! whoot, whoot! zim-bang-boom and shouts of joy! congratulations on being officially FP, once again. Fun Post – as i mentioned on your previous FP post where i discovered your blog in the first place. although all your posts tend to fall into that category, how wonderful to have it officially recognized by the WordPress folks. so happy for you!!
    i was hear a couple of days ago via my cell phone, which may officially be a smart phone however it does not let me sign in as pix & kardz. so i thought i would wait until i am at a proper laptop – and in the meantime you are freshly pressed. how cool is that.
    but as far as your post goes – i completely understand your perspective. i was never into baseball either until the Seattle Mariners had their brilliant opportunity of playing some post-season games in 1995. Joey Cora, Jay Buhner, Edgar Martinez, Dan Wilson and others were there to provide some very passionate entertainment. Really. Passionate. There was drama – shouting, tears, laughter and more. it was even more gripping than any play, musical, or opera i have seen live. nobody expected Seattle to make it as far as they did. i happened to be watching them on TV, and what I never expected, happened. The Mariners lost, however the fan in me was born. have been to quite a few games since and have quite enjoyed it. go Mariners go!
    and even though i am a Canadian, i have no shame in saying that when Montreal still had their team and they played in Seattle, i was proud enough to sing the Canadian National anthem – however when it came time to play ball, I cheered for the Mariners, heart and soul.
    don’t sweat it. one day you may succumb as well. it could happen when you least expect it 🙂
    and even if it doesn’t, still very much enjoyed this post. and congrats once again to a very worthy FP choice! 🙂
    but football? while i do know that the super bowl is not just an oversized soup tureen, i am just not a fan. go Mariners go!!

    • Thanks so much for all of the congratulatory adjectives and for taking the time to come back once you were at a computer – not a phone. I’m so glad you found me the first time I was FP’d and have stayed all these years. I appreciate it! It also lead me to your blog with it’s beautiful pictures and the always charming Timmy 🙂

      I’m glad the Mariners were able to convert you into being a baseball fan. I can see how a game towards the end of the season with play-off hopes hanging in the balance would be both dramatic and exciting for the players and spectators. That said, it is hard to get excited about a generic game in the middle of the season.

      I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to succumb to the lure of baseball since I avoid it whenever possible, but anything is possible.

  7. I can relate. I’m not a big fan of professional sports. At the last football game I attended the highlight for me was watching the fight that broke out between two guys sitting next to me. On another note, congrats on your story being published in Scary Mommy! That’s very exciting!

  8. You should watch the movie Fever Pitch lol

  9. Completely enjoyed your analysis of baseball. Do you know they can do Instant Replay now? Yet another reason I avoid pro baseball games.

  10. Can I virtually send you a high five for saying all that I feel about this event? This coming from a woman that actually works for the sporting industry. Life is ironic. Want to hear even more irony? I hate baseball and math…my husband loves all sports and is a math genius. God must be pointing and laughing at me for sure.

    • You hate baseball and math? We are soul mates. I will most certainly accept your virtual high five. How on Earth did you wind up working in the sports industry?

      Oregano’s degree is in math. I see him do things and I can’t imagine how his brain processes that information. The upside to being married to a math genius is that we don’t ever have to do any math again.

      Thanks for reading and commenting!

      • I never help with the kids math homework. Never. I massage his ego reminding him how much more the kids would learn from him. And now Im sitting at a sales presentation meeting getting introduced to new basketball kids apparel. I guess better than sitting at a baseball game.

      • I’ve been to some meetings that could give a baseball game a run for its money in the boredom category.

  11. Baseball is excruciating. I agree. Recently, my hubby dragged me to an Astros game. To pass the time and spics things up, I decided to root for the right and center outfield positions instead of teams. I cheered for my four boys as they batted as well. Utterly stupid, but totally worked. Very entertaining and I didn’t die (of boredom).

  12. I’m not the type of guy that likes to watch MLB anymore; Haven’t played baseball in a while but would love to revisit the idea of playing it.

  13. I am old school, the names of Maris and Mantle and Banks and Clemente mean something to me. But now the overpaid and rather obnoxious have ruined the game. There was something about the name of Mantle coming to the plate. Now the names come and go and loyalty to the team is based on how much they are paying you. The game is ruined. Someone killed the golden goose by making the goose eggs real gold.

    • Great line about killing the golden goose by making the goose eggs real gold.

      My husband has said the same thing about team loyalty and how the game was better in the past. He also said those inflated salaries have made the cost of tickets to a game really expensive.

      Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts!

  14. Baseball is so mind numbingly boring, I’d rather suffer through watching 18 holes of golf. Thankfully, my husband also thinks baseball is a big yawn fest so I’ve never had to go to any games. I do love football and basketball. Plenty more action and a lot less scratching.

  15. I love baseball but I have never played it 😦
    Look at my blog;))

  16. Haha! Funny tale! Can’t say I relate, but you did a great job capturing your perspective. Happy writing and I hope the world series goes by in 4 straight games so you don’t have to endure it longer than necessary!

  17. I played baseball as a kid and I love it. I guess everyone has their own opinions. Well written story

  18. Reblogged this on BLOGTENDI.

  19. so funny. with coach and 3 boys, my family lives and breaths baseball. i’m either on a field, schlepping to a field or there’s a game on my tv. i am the gal who did bring a book to a yankee game – and we were first row at the dugout. amazing seats! yeah, didn’t care. i do love watching my boys play. that is a beautiful thing, but professional ball… i don’t get it. and i just put you and your blog together from the scary mommy book. i knew we had a kinship – good humored. 😉

    • I would imagine it is much more interesting to watch a game when you have a loved one coaching or playing. Watching overpaid grown men play is not my idea of fun. I wonder how much money we could make if we set up cozy libraries in baseball stadiums for disinterested spouses.

      Thanks for following the trail of breadcrumbs from Scary Mommy to Good Humored. I write the blog under my pseudonym and Jill needed to use my real name for the book. My cover has been blown 🙂

      It seems only natural that we should have a kinship if you are Ice Scream and I’m Good Humored. I’m heading over to your blog now.

      • i couldn’t agree more. i have my share of baseball vents as well. but it’s true, when i watch my boys play, it’s high drama – i’m cheering, i’m cringing, i’m at the edge of my seat. it’s fabulous – except when it’s freezing or raining or they lose really bad – ha. and yeah, i blog anon as well but with the essays i have out in many places now it’s kind of blown as well.

  20. This post on baseball was very funny. I so understand, even though I like baseball, but I still SO understand. I, too, like to poke fun at sacred – and unsacred – aspects and topics of American life. Perhaps you’d like to check it out (this is MY commercial coming now) on my website – Meantime, I’m proud to be a Follower of ‘goodhumored.’ It’s never bad to be goodhumored.

    • I’m so glad you enjoyed the post. As a general philosophy on life, it isn’t bad to be good humored. It certainly makes life more enjoyable (and I’m not just talking about my blog.) Thanks for reading and becoming Good Humored.

  21. Are you saying you and Oregano don’t like the Song take me out to the ball game? That is my favorite part!

  22. Thanks for sharing a fun post. I like baseball. Going to minor league double header sounds like a fun afternoon, and I’ve always wanted to see a game at Coors Field. But I get it — baseball is kind of boring — but isn’t that kind of the point?

    If baseball were a book or, gasp, a blog post, it’s not something you’d read, it’s something you’d skim. Part of the beauty of the game is that you don’t have to watch every pitch, you don’t have to really know what’s going on at all times, but when you hear the crack of the bat, you return your focus to the field and know you didn’t miss too much action.

    It’s the pace of the game that makes it fun to attend. I know I’ll have 3 hours to talk to whomever I’m with, AND I can watch a few great plays. I also know I only have one job… to sing Take Me Out to the Ball Game.

    • When you put it that way it does sound more appealing.

      We do need to slow down and savor more of our time with family and friends. I just prefer to do it someplace other than a baseball stadium and definitely not in 98 degree weather.

      Thanks for reading!

  23. Ah there are no real baseball heroes anymore anyway. Mickey Mantle and Babe Ruth (see link) were raging drunks. Not like the pussies from now! Cheers!

  24. I’ve never successfully enjoyed sports. I tried to get into Baseball, it was boring to me. I tried to get into football, and the only reason I enjoyed it was because they wore tight clothes. I just don’t like sports, I don’t guess. I’ll probably try again sometime, and it’ll probably have the same outcome. lol.

    • It probably will. I can honestly say that I’m never trying another baseball game. I’ve also been to a pro basketball game. That was like watching human Ping-Pong.

      Think of it this way, by not going you are freeing up a seat for someone who will enjoy the game. You’re really doing something very selfless.

  25. I can take baseball. But you just described exactly how I feel about football! I think I’d rather watch paint dry!

  26. Funny, funny, and funny. We now have this in common. The short story – my dad had season box seats to the Mets. I went almost every Friday night with my parents. I can’t imagine why, except it beat sitting in our apartment ( hated baseball and apartments!). When Sandy and I became friends in college (I think initially it was because of those box seats), he would come along. One summer night during the week, a bunch of friends from college came down and we all went to the game. It was a work night for me (I had a summer job). As it turned out the game went into extra innings. I told Sandy I had to go. He said he wasn’t leaving, so I went home alone on the subway AT 11:00 PM. My mother almost killed him. I was mad at him. I really disliked baseball after that. But…we did live happily after in spite of baseball.

    OK so it wasn’t such a short story ⚾️⚾️⚾️⚾️

    Sent from my iPad


  27. I am in 100% agreement. Baseball IS boring. And just when you think that you gotten to the end of what seems like watching paint dry they tack on extra innings for some ungodly reason. But there has to be something said for the love that you have for Oregano that you were willing to sit through a baseball game three times. #truelove

    • Technically, I only sat through 2 games. I begged off on the Yankees game and bought myself a few more baseball free years. Oregano has gone to quite a few things with me that I’m sure he would have been happier missing. That’s marriage…compromise.

  28. I believe the best way to enjoy a baseball game (besides playing in one) is on the radio, provided there are good announcers. I haven’t actually watched an entire game since 2004.

  29. Don’t like baseball. Not a fan of basketball but the worst time I ever had was at a pro hockey game. It was a date (so I was trying to be nice). It was cold, the players kept trying to kill each other and because the seats were so good (right in back of the glass) I could see the blood. Eyuk! Now give me a nice tennis match and you can catch me at the bar overlooking the court. I did one baseball game at 96 degrees and it was my last one.

  30. Oh Lord.
    I can deal with baseball at the ball park. Hotdogs and beer are fun.
    But on TV? Oh lord, is there anything more boring? Well, only the folks who do the stats.

    We once went to a game with some old friends. As the game began, Joe pulled out this large leatherbound accounting book. He started keeping track of the statistics.

    “Ummm, Joe,” I said. “Isn’t that just a wee bit anal?”

    Funny thing is, I don’t think I’ve seen Joe since that day 20 years ago.

    • I think keeping statistics is just the way they keep themselves amused during baseball games. They’re secretly bored too, but they make it looked like they’re really interested. There isn’t enough beer or hot dogs to make statistics interesting.

  31. THAT’S IT….now you have gone too far….you can poke fun at baseball and maybe even football or basketball, but when you are critical of MY sport–golf–you raise my blood pressure numbers to levels that would probably cause water to boil. Those of us who find the sport to be a refuge from the hectic day-to-day pressures (of retirement), and where you can be outdoors enjoying what mother nature has to offer, not to mention experiencing a modicum of exercise without the claustrophobia that often accompanies the crowded (and smelly) rooms at the neighborhood health club, must heartily disagree with your position. (Was that what you call a run-on sentence?) This Spring, I am making a pilgrimage to Augusta, Ga. to experience all that accompanies the golf’s yearly tradition called the Masters. While soaking up the warmth of Springtime, taking in the wonderful sight of blooming Azaleas, and enjoying the comradarie of other “Patrons” from all over the country, I will think of you sitting in the classroom……so there…..

    • It seems I may have hit a nerve, Dr. Bob 🙂 I have no problem if someone else enjoys watching or participating in golf. Of all the sports, golf has the nicest “arena” to play in. I was merely saying that I don’t want to watch it or play it. I enjoy being outside admiring nature. I just prefer to do it without a golf club in my hand.

      Enjoy Augusta. Just think of it this way. Since I’m not a fan, that’s one less person you’ll be competing with for tickets and a good view.

      • It only took13 years to get these tix. There is a lottery held each year as the event has been sold out for decades and there is no waiting list. Think GIANTS tix on steroids.

      • 13 years is a lot of patience and persistence. I’m glad you were finally able to get them. It will make the experience all the sweeter.

  32. For all those sabermetrics fans out there, here are some examples of a few of the crazy baseball statistics that someone came up with (and keeps track of). You get the idea – this is even way beyond anything I can understand, and I love statistics!

    Base runs (BsR)
    Batting average on balls in play (BABIP)
    Defense independent pitching statistics (DIPS) Defense-Independent ERA
    Defense-Independent Component ERA
    Fielding independent pitching (FIP)
    Expected FIP (xFIP)
    Defensive Runs Saved (DRS)
    Equivalent average (EQA)
    Fantasy batter value (FBV)
    Late-inning pressure situations (LIPS)
    On-base plus slugging (OPS)
    PECOTA (Player empirical comparison and optimization test algorithm)
    Peripheral ERA (PERA)
    Pythagorean expectation
    Range factor
    Runs created
    Secondary average
    Similarity score
    Speed Score
    Super linear weights
    Total player rating, or Batter-Fielder Wins (TPR, BFW); Total Pitcher Index, or Pitcher Wins (TPI, PW)
    Ultimate zone rating (UZR)
    Value over replacement player (VORP)
    Wins above replacement (WAR), a non-standardized statistic

  33. Since I was raised with a brother and a father who were Dodgers’ fans I heard a lot about baseball all my life, and it became pretty enjoyable: remember trading cards?

    As for football, I like the quarter time entertainment at the super bowl, the commercials and the food. So I go to a super bowl party every year without ever watching the game. That’s the perfect way to watch sports!

    • I remember trading cards, Ronnie. We’ve got a giant box of them taking up valuable storage real estate in a closet.

      You’re right. The food at sporting events is usually better than the actual sports.

  34. I actually don’t mind baseball, and some friends and I try to get to a game in Seattle occasionally (they go more often than I do, but still only a couple of times a year). The last game we went to was Mariners vs Yankees — which should have been good. Should have been. sigh…

    Although I like baseball usually, I have NO patience for football! I’ve been to two games and have been bored silly both times. Too much sitting around time between 5 or 10 seconds of action, and if you blink or get distracted by the many many things going on along the fringes in signs/videos/ads, that 5-10 seconds gets missed entirely. If you hate baseball so much, what’s your take on football?

    Oh — and it sounds like you got a good man in Oregano.

    • I don’t mind watching a football game when it’s on TV and I can do other things at the same time. I actually enjoy football and understand it. I’ve never been to a pro game, but I can imagine them stopping play so frequently would get annoying.

      I’ll make you a deal. I’ll go to any football games you get invited to and you can go to any baseball games I get invited to.

      As for Oregano… he’s definitely a keeper…even if he does like baseball. We all have our flaws.

  35. I’ve never watched baseball (in fact I’ve only recently discovered that there is now a schools’ baseball league on the Cape Flats), but your description pretty much sums up how I feel about cricket… and golf… I’d probably also take a book along to a match.

    Well done on sitting through – and surviving – the Denver match. And I’m glad that Oregano saw through the anti-baseball snarkiness to the gentle, playful, and sometimes downright mischievous spirit that is uniquely you. 🙂

    • I think cricket is similar to baseball, so if you don’t like that, you probably won’t like baseball. Don’t even get me started on how boring golf is to watch. Thank God Oregano has no interest in going to a golf match.

      I’m glad my snarkiness and anti-baseball stance did not frighten Oregano off. Just the fact that I volunteered to go to a game in that heat is a testament of my love for him.


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