
Baseball games, like picnics, are very tiring.

Will didn't think much of the drunk Padres fans sitting a few rows behind us:

The Twins could not deny the adorable baby decked out in their gear a win. (Or maybe the Padres aren't very good this year...you make the call.)

Everyone is happy, though a little bit tired.

When we got home, Will tried to eat Lorne's shirt. He still hasn't quite got the whole nursing thing down yet.

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