My wife’s last day of school was today. The kids are all out for summer. For so many of you across the country, you’re done for three months. For the rest of working class America, well we just get to enjoy 105 degree temperatures when we climb into our vehicles.
But summer means that we’re really getting into the meat and potatoes of the baseball season. That we still have a lot of the unwritten story left to devour. There’s no excuse not to get to a few ballgames at the ballpark nearest you, now that it’s summer.
So manicure your yard, fire up your grill, let your kids run through the damn sprinkler. We’re in for a wild and hot couple of months.
Image credit to my buddy Nick, one of the most die-hard Redlegs and Notre Dame fans that ever lived. You owe me lunch.