Not every decision fueled by nostalgia and encouraged by a couple beers ends up working out and, up until about 5pm on the evening of July 3rd, I was thinking that my decision from a couple months prior was going to be one I’d live to regret. But as the sun occasionally shines on a canine’s behind, so it did on Smokies Stadium.
I think we had been to see a family movie earlier in the evening, so I was feeling all hyped up about that and thinking of something fun for us to do. I may have even been editing a minor league post too, which would make sense.