I'd be remiss if I allowed Jim to live in the US for another year without taking him to a baseball game. Our nation's pastime isn't my favorite, but Jim really enjoyed watching the game. He went on and on, for days after, even, about the outfielders. Evidently he felt a kinship to them as it's their job to, as he put it, "dive into a sea of green" to catch wayward balls. I really wish he'd take a page from Kermit's book and get off his green obsession. Not happening, though. Even as I write this he's jumping up and down because I decided to wear a green shirt today. "See?" he said, "you want to be like me, too."
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