Baseball.

I had almost forgotten the joy of going downtown to see a baseball game before last night. Almost. It was definitely fun, though. I got two jumbo hot dogs and couldn't finish the second one, so I unloaded that onto my dad, and then when my ice cream soupwich proved (yet again) too much for me, it was he who reaped the melty leftovers. Mom, Dad, and I (and the whole stadium) booed zealously at the Marlins' pitching when they tried to take out our guys, but we also admired Dontrell Willis, if only for his sheer bendiness.

I shouted "To the rescue" when John Gall hit the ball into right field and pushed in two runs (his first and only two in the major leagues, I think). I think Edmonds did something, too, but I was so happy for Gall. My parents were all naysaying him and I was just hoping he would do something impressive, and he did.

Later on, when they were switching pitchers, Ernie Hayes busted out some weird elevator (or alligator) music, to which my mom commented, "All you need now is a margarita and a cigarette" ... So I made up a little song:

We're chillin' in an alligator *arm chomp movement*
and it's really crowded in here.
And we need a margarita
before the gator eats us..

And the Cardinals won, and it was a good time.