Take Me Out

Colin and I had a perfectly fine time at the ballgame yesterday. Fun to be in the new Target Field. Fun to see the Twins play the Yankees -- even though they lost.

What a powerful reminder to me that there is no amount of money you could pay me to be a fifth grader again. What a strange and awkward time these tween years are. We were traveling with the sixth graders and that looked worse yet.

I have sat here for a long time wondering how to expand upon this idea and I can't come up with a thing. I have talked to many friends this year who said, "Oh, (grimace) fifth grade." I think it's just a universally understood awful concept.