Baseball. It just doesn’t get much more American than that. I spent a good chunk of my childhood watching (or playing) baseball, whether that was out in the backyard, down at the ball fields or in a major league stadium, and now it is one of the activities that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside thinking about it from afar.
When we were in Peoria, my dad took Pat, Andi and I down to the local minor league game for the perfect Sunday afternoon session. Although not as exciting as heading to St. Louis to see a big major league game (Go Cards!), it was still nice to introduce Pat to a bit of the sport that Americans call their national pastime.
All in all a fun day, wouldn’t you say?