Well in an effort to shirk responsibility in the name of fatherhood I walked to SDSU and watched the Aztecs play baseball. It was a glorious walk up the hill holding my daughters hand and watching my son "hide" from us EVERY chance he got to jump out and scare us.
I was able to spend two hours watching kids play a game for the fun of it. And they were good!
After we got home after the game it was a grand game of "play with me daddy" that lasted until dinner.
Good Times!
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