Motorcycle + rainstorm = OMG, sooo wet! And not just the fun parts of my body. I had water everywhere. In my underwear, soaking my bra, even in my boots. I didn't think it was possible to be this drenched. Don't I look overjoyed? I'm not, really, but the honey and I had places to go and couldn't let a little rain stop us.
Want a fun, cheap activity to do this summer? Go to a minor league baseball game. That's where we eventually ended up at the end of the Motorcycle Ride from Hell. (Okay, it was actually kind of exhilarating, but don't tell my honey I said that or he'll drive through a thunderstorm again.)
Let me first say I really don't like sports for a number of reasons, overpaid players being one of them. I'm pretty sure, though, most guys in the minor leagues are not paid too much and have a fairly tough job. Many of them have foreign names so I assume they are away from their homes and family, trying to figure out our crazy customs here in the USA. I love some of our odd rituals, including mascots at sporting events. Watching them, the children, the people, that's why I go to minor league games. And the beer.
This is a short post this week because I had too much fun playing over the holiday weekend and now have to catch up. But yes, it was totally worth it!
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