
So off we (me, Melissa, Hill, Thom) go to the ballgame...
It was the All-Star game, East vs. West (should that be "East-side" vs. "West-side"?), and we decided to cheer on the East. Mostly because we liked their red uniforms better than the West's blue ones. For a while, it looked like our team was going to lose, but a five-run inning turned things around for us.
One thing I learned: never, under any circumstances, think even for a second that the "Blueberry" in the name of a beer (say, "Sea Dog Blueberry") indicates a small amount of flavoring. That stuff tastes like a muffin.
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