(here two of my favorite guys striking a pose. I love them both very very much).
we watched under lovely overcast skies (but not a drop fell).
we cheered for the visitors (which was a hard decision - we are local fans, but not entirely when the farm team of the beloved Cubbies are the opponents) as they gave a valiant but futile effort in 13 innings.
we drank beer.
we caught a ball.
we love this game.
'don't tell me about the world. not today. it's springtime and they're knocking baseball around fields where the grass is damp and green in the morning.'
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