Opening

Adam is a baseball fan.  There's no two ways about it.  I had never watched a professional baseball game--or maybe any kind of baseball game--before we were married but I've clocked some time in now.

And I like baseball.  For one thing, it's easy to follow.  For another thing, you can usually do something else with it in the background but then sometimes it gets exciting so that's good too.

Also, ballparks are gorgeous.  There's nothing quite like a warm summer evening in a ballpark, especially if there are garlic fries.

I don't really follow baseball, it's more like I follow Adam as he follows baseball.  Most years, he tells me when opening day of baseball season is and that night we might have hot dogs, peanuts and cracker jacks for dinner, which feels like a pre-summer celebration of sorts, and watch the game.

When Braeden was a toddler and we were living in our apartment on Prospect Street in New Haven, Connecticut (which I only remember as lovely and light filled because time has passed and nostalgia has moved in), Adam announced to me one day that it was the opening day of baseball season.

He started singing "Take Me Out to the Ballgame."

Little Braeden toddled out of the room and came back with the baseball bear Linn and Geri had given him.  When you pulled the cord, the bear played "Take Me Out to the Ballgame."  (We of course thought Braeden was a genius for recognizing the song.  We of course were his parents so we thought everything he did was genius.)

Yesterday was the opening day of baseball.  The Mariners played their game in Japan.  It was on at 3:35 AM and Adam got up to watch the beginning.  (I did not.)

But baseball season is upon us!  It's spring!  We will root root root for the Mariners.