Dem 'Ems (Stevenson's first post!)

The baseball game for us consisted of packing our cheeks and gullets with all the salty peanuts and Vanilla Cokes we could handle. The Emeralds, in their sassy pink pinstripes, tantalized us with hits, blown leads, and an eventual W in the Win/Loss column with dramatic fashion. Our minds were enlightened with the jovial realiztion that baseball games are merely social gatherings complete with food and drink; they are not serious forms of competitive sports. After this hearty understanding was ours, we basked in every minute at Civic Stadium.

Although we both enjoyed the games, Spencer decided to fold his body into the soft confines of the diaper bag. He's practicing now for his future freshman hazing experiences by seeing just where his little body can fit. He also wanted to represent his dad's true feelings on baseball: Borrring!