07/15/2024
I've found myself increasingly drawn into the world of sports lately, a development I hadn’t anticipated. My partner’s enthusiasm has clearly influenced me, leading to a steady increase in the amount of time I spend in front of the TV. For example, during the Euros, I became unexpectedly captivated by Nico Williams and Lamine Yamal. Their skill and occasional antics on the field were both entertaining and, in a way, kind of cute. Never thought I'd enjoy watching football!
It's baseball that has truly solidified its place in my routine, though. My partner introduced me to the sport, and over the past year, it has become a staple in our weekly schedule. Every Friday, without fail, we settle in with beer and wings (I love the hot honey dry rub from Wingstop) to watch the games. I've even found myself rooting for the Yankees and the Phillies (if only because I have a soft spot for Alec Bohm).
I even attended a baseball game in person just recently. The heat was awful, to the point where my overpriced beer ($20 for a tall boy is insane) seemed to evaporate as soon as I took a sip. Despite the discomfort, the experience was pretty neat—my team won, which more than compensated for the stickiness and general physical toll of the day. I'd definitely go to another game, though!