Blogagaard Plays Baseball

Yesterday I was down in L.C. and I played baseball with my friend-since-kindergarten Ben and his two little brothers, Seth and Sam. It was windy and warm and we laughed a lot and shouted and I cranked so many tremendous homeruns I got blisters on my hands from the bat. This is how I spent much of my many summers where there was "nothing to do" in L.C. Not a bad way to live; Ben and I agreed that this was how men were supposed to exist, not crammed into offices typing on computers.