But it was so hot when I got there, that all I could think about was trying to cool off.
I got up the strength to clap for Daddy.
And I cheered for him when he got the hit that scored the winning run! "That's my daddy!" is what I wanted to shout if it wasn't already past my bedtime and I had more energy ;)
Side note: Aunt Lindsay was flaunting my chunk at last week's game. Oh, I wowed the crowds alright and stole the team's thunder. That's why they lost that game.