Friday night was just another night that will go filed into my memory as one at the Ball Park. With people scalping tickets for $5 dollars, free parking, my many compartment purse that sneaks in more than enough treats for all, a few good blankets, a big firework finale, humor to rival even the best comedy clubs and the coolest people ever it becomes an inexpensive, yet priceless evening. It's the same scene it's been for the past three summers-we sit on the grass talking, spitting seeds, and occasionally watching the Bees. Some of the people have left, others have been added in, the inside jokes increase-as does the volume, and we still always forget our sunglasses, and despite the years that have gone by when I'm with these guys it always feels exactly the same!
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