While I happen to believe there are quite enough men who are royally paid to run around and chase balls for a living, I am not anti-sport. (a little balance is all I ask for – equal money and attention to women’s sports, for instance, and a little less cultural obsession with brawn instead of brain)
But, I digress.
My friend, Susan, gets amazing seats for our local professional baseball team and she invited me to join her last night. Never turn down the chance to sit behind adorable bat boys and cheer for racing sausages. That’s my motto.
That damned bratwurst beat the polish, again!