we spent saturday watching chris play baseball. on wrigley field. a creative company-sponsored event resulted in this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity as chris took the field, was given an authentic jersey, and was announced every time he batted. and i got to enjoy the cleanest and emptiest bathrooms i've ever seen at wrigley.
i usually have a great deal of faith in my husband. but on this day, i was admittedly nervous for him. i offered to take his place. i reminded him that i've played softball my entire life and as the catcher, was voted MVP every year i played in high school. he laughed and called me a derogatory slur i won't paste on our little family blog.
the boys and i sat in the empty stands while vendors brought us free snacks. and beers. we brought our own milk.
after the game they invited us out to run the bases... and take some pics out by the ivy.
and while chris was not voted MVP.... i did hear someone in the stands say, "i think that chris hill guy should have gotten MVP." which, in my book, will be considered an honorary mention.
