The Park Full of Barks
Adam texted me from the stands, only a few seats away, “It’s
Bark in the Park Night…So I guess we just have to get a dog? It’s the rules…”
Gosh, I wish it were only that simple! We so badly want a dog, and tonight,
with puppies all around, it was especially hard for us to combat the urge to go
out and get one. Thankfully, the game didn’t end until 9:00 PM; else we would
be cuddled with a furry pet on our couch right now. And as much as we’d like
one, it’s just not the right timing for us. Booo. Maybe this offseason?!
I like when Adam sits in the stands. He hates it. But at
least I can text him whenever I want. And stare at him. And wink at him. And
bring him snacks. But that all got cut off tonight when Rosie came and sat down
next to my man. I didn’t mind much though. Adam really respects and looks up to
Rosie, so whenever he has a chance to make conversation with him, Adam takes
full advantage of the opportunity. Coach Rosenthal is the minor league pitching
coordinator who oversees the work of every minor league pitching coach in the
Marlins’ organization. His opinions matter greatly in the careers of every
pitching prospect, and it certainly doesn’t hurt that Adam’s found at least a
little bit of his favor.
Meet Hamilton the Hammerhead. He makes me miss Guilford the
Grasshopper. A lot. On any given night that he makes an appearance, Hamilton
can be seen with an ultra-soaked buttocks region and other various sweat spots
covering his entire sharky self. It’s sort of disturbing. Nobody should have to
suffer the job of putting on that costume. Florida heat is too cruel for that.
The Hammerheads ought to invest in some sort of Under Armor sweat-wicking
costume if they’re going to even have a mascot at all. I think they’d at least
attract more interest and hugs that way…just a suggestion.
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