Last Sunday was a perfect day for a ballgame, 72 degrees, sunny, and beautiful… so we took the boys to their first major league baseball game! We made the drive up to Camden Yards, home of the Baltimore Orioles, to see them take on… yes, the Cleveland Indians. Unfortunately, I should be doing my best to keep them from one day becoming Indians fans, and not pass on this curse that my father passed on to his sons, so I shouldn’t be taking them to these games. I should really just be buying them Yankees hats and save them the lifetime of disappointment that comes with cheering for any other baseball team.

Just hanging outside the gates waiting for game time, and Paul, as usual, running around and amusing himself.

It's no Indians jersey, but I guess it's all he's got.

And this is what dreams are made of. If nothing else, the ticket prices, the parking, the outrageous food prices... it's all worth it for that ballpark hot dog.

But no hot dog for Adam Michael, or at least not yet. He was great the whole game, but I doubt he'll have any memories of it, since he slept the entire time.

I think they call these the nose bleeds. But the country band Alabama said there's nothing like the view from the cheap seats! We could kind of see the players from up here!

Overall, it was a great time! Paul's favorite was the Oriole's mascot, who did the usual mascot thing, running around and falling down. I was of course happy to see the Indians win, even if the Orioles happen to be the worst team in the league right now, but hey, a win is a win. We'll have to try to go to another game again this summer, always a good time.