I’ve never been a fan of the slow pace of baseball. Which is why I haven’t been to a game since… uh, I don’t even remember. However, my husband will pretty much watch anything that involves a ball moving somewhere. At the last game we attended together, he sat there taking it all in while I was next to him reading a magazine. Yes, that really happened. And I have to say, I didn’t miss much.
So what possessed me to attend an Angels game last Saturday instead of staying home and washing my hair?