First of all, I’m an idiot for not realizing that I basically described my Highline hike in the exact same words, in two subsequent posts. Sorry about that. That’s what happens when you blog once a month, I guess.
It’s Labor Day weekend, which sadly means that Summer is drawing to a close. Hubby is back to work, with a classroom full of everything you could ever imagine. Including some sweet visual schedule flashcards that I made him today. Working the laminator in a stuffy workroom on a 90 degree day is sure my idea of a good time. I’ve spent the majority of my weekend in various elementary school classrooms. It always makes me want to be a teacher, but mostly for the decorating.
As I reflect on everything we’ve done this summer, one big component has been the hottest thing to hit Hillsboro in a long time – minor league baseball. The Hillsboro Hops, to be specific (yes, Hops as in beer hops, that’s how we do it out here). Friday was the last regular season home game (this is a Class A Short Season team), and although they lost, it was a great time as always, capped off with a beautiful fireworks display set to one of my favorite Simon & Garfunkel songs, “America.”
Hubby was excited about this team from the get-go, since he LOVES baseball. I was moderately excited for something new to do, outside. But we seriously fell in LOVE with the ballpark, the team, and the Hops Nation fanbase. First of all, there’s not a bad seat in the stadium – everywhere you go, you feel like you are part of the action. We were fortunate enough to get a lot of front row seats (thank you Craigslist), and let me tell you, there’s nothing better than sipping a beer and resting your legs on the tiny cement wall separating you from a lot of future MLB stars. The season started rough, but they picked up their stride, the fans were constantly supportive, and they’ve looked really impressive the last few weeks. Our summer has been so crazy rain-free that every game was beautiful, and most involved GORGEOUS sunsets.
Plus, this is just a crazy nice group of guys. They sign autographs for every little kid and baseball fanatic that comes their way. I know that they change out most of the team every year, so I can only hope that next year’s roster is as great. Speaking of next year, we are splitting season tickets right behind the dugout, which I’m pretty stoked about.
What about you, what’s your favorite summertime activity?