First the girl in the first row is oblivious to what is happening. There is a butterfly over the visiting dugout.
Two rows up, the baby is reaching for the foul bat while every adult around her is ducking for cover.
There's a tie for 3rd between the blonde chick scraping the very last remnants of her nacho sauce from the bottom of the box (if there was a Baseball God, she would have been the target) and the guy in the black shirt one row up wishing she would have been the target.
That's the way baseball go.
1 comment:
I can't tell if Granny is ducking or doing the 'antlers'...
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