Heat Wave With The Saints

Saints

Saints

Saints

Saints

 

Look at that grin!
Look at that grin!

Last night Darrin and I braved the Minnesota heat wave and went to a St. Paul Saints game. I’m sure you’d love to hear about the major calls made by the umpire, the final score of the game, and maybe even the name of the opposing team…but I, unfortunately, can’t give you those major (or minor, if you’re like me) details because I 1.) forgot my glasses so I couldn’t read the scoreboard and 2.) was too sweaty to pay attention. Maybe I shouldn’t say “sweaty.” I’m told that women don’t “sweat;” they glisten. If that’s the case, then I was glistening enough for me, Darrin, and the family sitting in front of us. Thanks a lot, Minnesota weather. Don’t get me wrong, I love baseball! I love being at the games, sipping a cold beer, munching on anything and everything battered or grilled…but every time my husband mentioned a “double-play” my mind melting beneath the sun wandered to “double-date,” then to “McDoubles,” to “double-dipping,” and finally ended on my not-so-surprising desire for an ice cream cone. You can imagine how positively I contributed to Darrin’s analysis of the game.

Maybe next time Minnesota will have a change of heart and decide to provide a reasonable amount of heat to accompany the St. Paul Saints. Until then, I’ll just try to keep a “Snoopy attitude”…that little guy will dance in any weather, no matter the circumstances. 😉

Have a wonderful night!

 

 

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