Last night, Gabe and I went to a Bees Baseball game in Salt Lake City. We bought tickets from a scalper and ended up front row in front of first and just over the dugout. We both bought these amazing foot long hot dogs and my joy must have been obvious because the photographer in the dugout kept snapping pics of me gleefully eating the dog! It was a cool night, and Gabe lovingly let me wear his coat when I got too cold. It ended up being a very happy and fun date night!
(As a side note, my fear of being shown fearfully batting away some fly ball while being publicly booed ala Sandra Bullock in "Two Weeks Notice," wasn't realized. I've never been great at catching a ball. In fact, when I was a child I played softball for a short season until my appendix ruptured one summer. The long recovery after my surgery was terrible, but my one consolation was that I wouldn't have to finish out the softball season! :)