It's root root root for the home team, If they don't win... Well, it's Baltimore, they often don't

A couple of weeks ago James and I went to a Baltimore Orioles game with some of his friends from school. Amazingly it was one of our cheapest downtown dates yet. James' department paid for his ticket and I was able to get in for the student price. A $6 date? That's right!

Right after work I met James on the harbor and we walked to the field to meet his classmates. One of the many perks of my job is that I get to park in the downtown lot for free, whether I'm working or not.

Camden Yards is a beautiful stadium and although James looks unammused in this picture, we really did have a good time.

There was one person, however, that was non-too pleased with our little excursion. I sent my mom a text while we were watching the game telling her where we were and what we were doing. Approximately two seconds later I get a phone call from a slightly jealous father. He seemed a little distraught. You see while he was stuck in Indiana his daughter and son in law (neither of which care all too much for the watching of baseball games) were currently seated in a stadium he has always wanted to visit. We decided to send him a picture of the stadium to make him feel a bit more included.  I'm not sure that it completely appeased him, but it was the best I could do.