I’m going to my first Mariners game of the season tonight. It’s probably going to be cold. Brrrr!
I never had a Commodore 64, but my husband did, so he would probably like this.
After the painful excesses of the 1970s, baseball uniforms actually got relatively sane for a while in the 1990s. But now they threaten to get out of control again. Please, God, don’t let it get any worse!