It's become an annual family event to go to a Twins game each July. Somehow, we always manage to choose an exciting game; I think the Lord knows that Angie and my mom and I can't handle anything less than five homeruns and lots of scoring. As an added benefit for the three of us, there are always interesting people to watch at a baseball game. This year's game was no different. A couple in front of us decided they would eat one of everything any passing vendor was selling. After watching them devour loaded footlongs, a souvenir tub of popcorn, two bags of cotton candy, a soft pretzel, malt cup, sunflower seeds and almost their whole weight in beer, we were ready to be sick to our stomachs. As you can tell by Jared and Angie's wrinkled-up noses, they didn't smell so great either. Maybe it was what they ate.
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