Game day.

Her first baseball game. And a daddy + daughter outing to boot. When they left home, I told Maxine how I wish I was going too. I quickly realized the total madness I was spouting, kissed her goodbye, and offered a heartfelt, half sarcastic “have fun”.

To thine own self be true. And thine own self is not a baseball fan. It’s great in theory but long in practice. So long. And always on the hottest day like ever.

Job assures me Maxine enjoyed herself. Made friends with another tiny spectator. And even got a home run ball.

Sounds like a great day. I’m still glad I didn’t have to attend.