It's A Beautiful Day For A Ballgame...Let's Play Two!

After spending the better part of the last five weeks in Kansas City I was finally able to attend a ballgame at Kauffman Stadium last night and, I must say, it was an absolute joy watching Major League Baseball outdoors again (as opposed to being forced to watch it in this monstrosity for my entire adult life).

It was also an absolute joy watching an MLB game in person without having any real vested interest in the outcome. Granted, it was easy enough to pick a team to root for with the hometown Royals playing the team leading my Minnesota Twins in the AL Central by a full eight games, but simply cheering a team on is vastly different from reflexively being compelled to begin a Tourette's-like stream of obscenities every time a member of my team hits a lazy ground ball to second with two outs and the bases loaded.

It happens more often than you would think, but when it happened last night with KC slugger Mike Sweeney at the plate in the seventh inning I said "Meh. It happens" rather than "You no good piece of sh--!!! Pull that g-da--ed bat out of your a-- once in a while and get a freaking run across!!" (I've said it before...just ask the lovely and ever so patient Atomizerette.)

Needless to say, my blood pressure after last night's game was refreshingly low. Baseball under the stars with no chance of ending up in the emergency room. Let's play two, indeed.