There's a girl you know. Here are your hints about her. See if you can guess.
1. She doesn't feel like writing travel memoirs anymore.
2. She's going to the Yankees/Dodgers game on Friday night.
Yes, it's me. Sorry, but the travel section of this blog was boring me, as evidenced by the fact that I couldn't work up the desire to bother writing anything else on the subject. I hope I haven't disappointed you.
But, hey, not a bad choice for my first Dodgers game of the season, huh? I've never seen the Yankees play, and I can't wait to scream my lungs out at them. Particularly at whoever is playing left field, since my seats are on the third base side. Who is their left fielder anyway? Brett Gardner? Lord. I have no idea if I can work up enough anger for Brett Gardner. But I suppose as long as he's wearing pinstripes (metaphorically, of course, since the away jersey is not pinstriped), I'm sure I'll manage to find the rage.
I'll take some pictures and consider doing a write-up, but I'm leaving town in the next few days, so I wouldn't hold your breath. See how I tease you?
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