One reason: it was six days long. When I get back to work tomorrow I need to start the annual Hell Project, so I took a couple of extra days off in anticipation. I got to watch biking, I got to go biking, I got to watch lots of baseball, and I got to see family.
I wish I could say that I caught this ball. Actually, I suppose I could say that I did, but it's a sin to tell a lie. The funny thing is that on Friday, Victor and I sat in right field, in the front row, in seats so close that we could offer popcorn to Screech
and see what snacks Bill Bray was taking to the bullpen
but that's not when I got the ball.
And on Tuesday we sat in left field (where we could see Alfonso Soriano and Ryan Zimmerman, not that I'm getting attached to either of them)
and we didn't get any balls in our fourth row seats, either.
No, my dad caught this one for me during batting practice on Monday night, when we were sitting in our regular (20-game plan, that is) seats in the upper deck.
I'm oddly excited about this baseball. I think I'll give it a prominant place on my desk with my Credit Lyonnaise lion to remind me of what I'd rather be doing in July.
Posted by Nic at July 5, 2006 03:16 PM | TrackBack