The afternoon was so busy that we wound up eating at McDonald's for dinner. I know, right? McDonald's. Really? Really. I justified it in my head by saying it was much cheaper than eating $6 hot dogs at the ball field (the game was played at the Gwinnett Braves stadium, a minor league venue with major league prices), then I went and bought a $3.50 pretzel, for heaven's sake.
My toes may thaw out sometime in June.
|Not a great picture, and you may not be able to tell, but he wears #10.|