Tonight was one of those instances in your life that if you don't pay attention, will just pass you on by. As I mentioned below, I went to the Twins game tonight (they won!) and it was a lot of fun. The instance that I speak of, though, happened in the bottom of the 6th inning. My mom and my sister-in-law were off getting a snack of some sort and so it was just my dad, my brother, and I watching the game. All drinking our beers. Cheering the Twins. Do know how long I've waited for a moment like that? You know what made it so special, as sad as it may be? That I could drink along with them. And I know I've been of-age for a while now, but we haven't really had a situation like this yet. It was like I was finally a part of the club. I wasn't a little kid anymore. It's strange to think about, really. I guess if you've never had a similar experience then I can't describe it....but it was great. And then my dad asked me what I would do if a home run came right at me. I replied that my beer was full and it was expensive, so I'd save the beer and sacrifice my body. Good times.