take me out to the ballpark.

we love baseball and the brewers and going to miller park and peanuts and licorice and hot dogs (i'll exclude myself from that one) and root beer and pop flies and the possibility of catching a pop fly and yelling the players names loudly and the sausage races and the seventh inning stretch and the wave and the home run fireworks and staying up late on a school night (ok, so that one won't win us any parenting awards.) and bernie brewer and waiting to see trevor hoffman pitch (someday, honey.)
and foam fingers.
yes, foam fingers make us very happy.
nights like this are priceless.