Last night hubby and I went to a minor league baseball game in a neighboring town. Even though "our" team lost, it was another wonderful summer evening of fun in the Land of the Free and the home of the Braves! The Great American Past Time is alive and well.....

We arrived in the middle of the third inning, just as twilight was settling in on the ball field.

The speed of the pitches varied, but one pitcher topped out at 100 mph!

Batter up! Most of the players had unusual names --- one poor guy's last name was Callendar so every time he came up to bat, they played "Calendar Girl!" Well, he was on the other sissy team.....

Lots of balls were hit out of the ball field in all different directions! I was really getting nervous about being hit in the face, but, while I was ducking, everyone else seemed excited about going home with a ball. Even the kids had gloves on hoping to catch a wild ball!
PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK - THE FOLLOWING IS A LAME BASEBALL JOKE:
"One sweet young thing arrived at her first baseball game during the fifth inning. "The score is nothing to nothing," she heard a fan say.
"Oh, good," she cooed to her escort. "Then we haven't missed a thing!"