Yesterday, Daddy picked me up at daycare with a surprise in mind. Instead of taking me home, we went to a place called the ballpark. It's like a second office to Daddy, except more outside and with lots more people.
So we were there for a while, and it was all cool, then a bunch of guys started playing a game right in front of us. Daddy said it was called baseball and that it is the greatest game on Earth - even better than Monkey Toes!!
This was a big deal. One of the teams came all the way from Northern Iowa (they called themselves the Panthers - must be a lot of giant kitties up there).
The other team was my favorite, the Hawkeyes. Man, they must be good athletes, because I remember seeing them play basketball a few months ago.
Anyway, I got to sit up in a special room next to these guys that were talking into some earmuffs about everything that was happening. Daddy said they were telling people about the game that weren't even there. Those people must have REALLY good hearing. I piped up a few times and let my feelings known. If they could hear those guys, they could here me.
Eventually Mommy came over from work and took me home. The Hawkeyes were winning 2-1 when I left. When I saw Daddy the next morning, he said it was better if I didn't know what the final score was.
Daddy knows best.
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