In Honor of Opening Days

April 3, 2014

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throwback Thursday, opening day

There’s something magical about sitting in a ballpark routing for your favorite team.  It’s everything, from the sound of ball hitting the bat, the 7th inning stretch Cotton-eyed Joe, to the sound of the crowd cheering after a homer.  In case you can’t tell, I love baseball.  In fact, my first baseball game that I ever attended was when I was about 5 months old.  I was an avid fan growing up, affectionally

calling the Orioles “Oreos”  while simultaneously knowing every player in the starting line-up’s name, number, and position.  As I’ve gotten older and gotten busier, I don’t watch baseball as often as I used to, mainly to spare Morgan (who hates baseball).  There’s still nothing like opening day and the thrill that it brings.  No matter how old I get, I will forever love opening day!

In honor of the big day this past Monday, the photo is a throwback from when Morgan and I went to a baseball game a few years ago!!  If you love baseball, who’s your team and what’s your favorite game day tradition?

throwback Thursday, opening day

There’s something magical about sitting in a ballpark routing for your favorite team.  It’s everything, from the sound of ball hitting the bat, the 7th inning stretch Cotton-eyed Joe, to the sound of the crowd cheering after a homer.  In case you can’t tell, I love baseball.  In fact, my first baseball game that I ever attended was when I was about 5 months old.  I was an avid fan growing up, affectionally

calling the Orioles “Oreos”  while simultaneously knowing every player in the starting line-up’s name, number, and position.  As I’ve gotten older and gotten busier, I don’t watch baseball as often as I used to, mainly to spare Morgan (who hates baseball).  There’s still nothing like opening day and the thrill that it brings.  No matter how old I get, I will forever love opening day!

In honor of the big day this past Monday, the photo is a throwback from when Morgan and I went to a baseball game a few years ago!!  If you love baseball, who’s your team and what’s your favorite game day tradition?

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throwback Thursday, opening day

There’s something magical about sitting in a ballpark routing for your favorite team.  It’s everything, from the sound of ball hitting the bat, the 7th inning stretch Cotton-eyed Joe, to the sound of the crowd cheering after a homer.  In case you can’t tell, I love baseball.  In fact, my first baseball game that I ever attended was when I was about 5 months old.  I was an avid fan growing up, affectionally

calling the Orioles “Oreos”  while simultaneously knowing every player in the starting line-up’s name, number, and position.  As I’ve gotten older and gotten busier, I don’t watch baseball as often as I used to, mainly to spare Morgan (who hates baseball).  There’s still nothing like opening day and the thrill that it brings.  No matter how old I get, I will forever love opening day!

In honor of the big day this past Monday, the photo is a throwback from when Morgan and I went to a baseball game a few years ago!!  If you love baseball, who’s your team and what’s your favorite game day tradition?

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In Honor of Opening Days Throwback Thursday

There’s something magical about sitting in a ballpark routing for your favorite team. It’s everything, from the sound of ball hitting the bat, the 7th inning stretch Cotton-eyed Joe, to the sound of the crowd cheering after a homer. In case you can’t tell, I love baseball. In fact, my first baseball game that I ever attended was when I was about 5 months old. I was an avid fan growing up, affectionately calling the Orioles “Oreos” while simultaneously knowing every player

There’s something magical about sitting in a ballpark routing for your favorite team. It’s everything, from the sound of ball hitting the bat, the 7th inning stretch Cotton-eyed Joe, to the sound of the crowd cheering after a homer. In case you can’t tell, I love baseball. In fact, my first baseball game that I ever attended was when I was about 5 months old. I was an avid fan growing up, affectionately calling the Orioles “Oreos” while simultaneously knowing every player

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