for bumpa’s birthday, we promised him a night with the rascals and our very favorite people, the flying squirrels at the diamond. so, when charlie’s baba and papi came into town, we knew that it was meant to be and a good ole game was in our future! we had a blast!
take me out to the ballgame . . .
take me out to the crowd . . .
buy me some peanuts and crack-er jacks (or I will throw a fit!)
I don’t care if I ever get back . . .
for it’s root, root, root for the home team (have funn! GO NUTZ!!)
if they don’t win, it’s a shame!
for it’s one, two, three strikes your OUT at the old ball game!!
(they did win—two home runs at the very end! and we had a blast! sister has been talking about “yutzy,” or "Nutzy” NON-STOP. She even prayed for him last night, bless her heart. She is the only girl I know who loves a squirrel!)
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