I went to a ball game on last night, just for fun. The Storm team is an affiliate of the San Diego Padres, and they always have fun things going on at the ballpark. In other words, one goes to hang out with friends and watch the mascot and less so because baseball is a consuming passion. In this stadium, the upside is that there are no bad seats, and the downside is that nearly all of them are in foul territory. I think that's on purpose so you have to pay attention.
There's something about baseball that is inseparable from summer... being outside, singing along to the national anthem, the cute little leaguers who shout "play ball!" and singing "Take me out to the ball game..." during the seventh inning stretch. (Technically, that's as close as I got to any peanuts or Cracker Jacks.) I admit we left sometime during the eighth inning, as the game had already run more than three hours, so we missed the Friday night fireworks, yet another summer "thing." No matter... I still got my baseball fix for a while.