With Sarah completely out of touch with the real world due to an extreme case of HarryPotteritus, I embraced my single-dadhood and took Juma to our local minor leage baseball team, the New Haven County Cutters.
I have to say it was a lot of fun. I've never been to a minor league game before, and this was Juma's very first baseball game.
When we arrived we were greeted by a huge yellow alien-blob-thing that served as the team's mascot. Juma's eyes immediately teared up and his lip came out to signal "Dad, I am very afraid." To tell you the truth, I'm not at all surprised--what a strange mascot.
We bought tickets for the cheap seats and then moved down to front row right behind the batter. We tore through a bag of peanuts and cheered "Go Cutters!" When we left during the seventh-inning stretch, the Cutters were up 3-2.
We crossed the street heading for the car and a foul ball almost took my head off. Juma ran over and grabbed it and then spied two more balls that had gone foul earlier in the game. So, we came home with three baseballs and lots of smiles.
We greeted Sarah with the baseballs, but she just muttered something that sounded like "Petronicalicus" and tried to wave us away with a flick of the wrist. Only 300 more pages and I get my wife back....
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