My Fouth of July

Two days until the Fourth of July, but I got my dose of fireworks tonight.

I met Matty and Eddie up at Miller Park for the Brewers-Pirates game. We sat in the right field bleachers and spent more time conversing with the family in front of us then watching the game. Besides, the Pirates had the early lead. It finally got interesting when the Brewers tied the score; it got really interesting when the Brewers rookie sensation Ricky Weeks popped a homerun in the bottom of the eighth to win it for the Brew Crew.

But the sight of the night was a darkened Miller Park and the fireworks exploding beyond the right-centerfield.

One late night down, three to go. How far I can go …

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