In Spring, so it's said, a man's fancy turns to thoughts of love. In Spring, my fancy, my mind, my whole being turns to thoughts of baseball. I can't help it, it's just the way I am. Of course, it's not really Spring, just Faux-Spring in Winter. Warm enough to tempt you into wearing a flowing, sleeveless dress, a little cardigan, and showing off your somewhat tanned legs and perfectly pedicured toes in really cute sandals. Sitting in the warm sun today, I designed the perfect date for myself.
It's a beautiful, warm afternoon, and there's an occasional breeze so you don't get too hot. I'm sitting in a lower reserve box on the first base side of the infield at AT&T Park, and the Giants are up. The pitching has been phenomenal, the batters have mastered the art of situational hitting, and my boys are up by at least 8 runs. I'm eating a hot dog and garlic fries, and drinking a beer, and I'm with the man of my dreams, who is as much into the game as I am. And eating his own fries, not mine. And, he is as crazy about me as he is about baseball.
I really don't think that's asking too much.
Come on, Spring. Go Giants. Now, about that dream man- he better be a Giants fan. I bleed black and orange. I'll find him....
It's a beautiful, warm afternoon, and there's an occasional breeze so you don't get too hot. I'm sitting in a lower reserve box on the first base side of the infield at AT&T Park, and the Giants are up. The pitching has been phenomenal, the batters have mastered the art of situational hitting, and my boys are up by at least 8 runs. I'm eating a hot dog and garlic fries, and drinking a beer, and I'm with the man of my dreams, who is as much into the game as I am. And eating his own fries, not mine. And, he is as crazy about me as he is about baseball.
I really don't think that's asking too much.
Come on, Spring. Go Giants. Now, about that dream man- he better be a Giants fan. I bleed black and orange. I'll find him....
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