It’s that time of year
Baseball. For me, that means driving hours to sit in a folding chair, literally freezing to death, watching seven innings of high school baseball. That’s okay because I love my kid and he loves baseball. After many years of this, it has just occurred to me that I could be more prepared. This year I’m investing in a box of hot hands and maybe a thermos. Soon enough I’m sure it’ll be too hot and then I’ll need a portable air conditioner.
