A group of friends and I all went to a minor league baseball game tonight because we got a great deal through the police department. I had a blast, the team won 9-5, I don't think I saw a single minute of the game.
What I did witness, however, was more entertaining. Yes, we're all over 25 years old. But that doesn't mean Beth has let the little kid in her die. Or, at least, has decided she can come out to play for a lucrative ten dollars.
The bet: roll down a grassy hill. The reward: ten dollars. Never growing up? Priceless.
I'm ready to go again. It was a good time all around.
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