This topic was inspired by Cyn from the Toeing the Rubber Red Sox blog. On her twitter account yesterday she made a great baseball confession.
It hit close to home, and I was reminded of the time Those Girls each skipped out on a wedding we were supposed to attend (both weddings were held on the same day), in favor of going to a sports bar together to watch the Twins play the White Sox on TV. It wasn't a particularly important game...not like an end-of-the-season-pennant-chase-nail-biter kind of game. It was just a run of the mill mid-season game against a divisional opponent we play a bazillion times every season. I think that makes it funnier, personally.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Heck, it still seems like a good idea. I'm not sorry either.
So, now that I've shared one of my baseball-crazy stories, I will open it up to the group. It's time to confess the craziest and/or least socially-acceptable thing you've done for the love of baseball. Don't worry. This is a safe place. Unless you've out and out committed a felony or harmed a puppy, we won't judge.