bring on the major leagues

it's been a long time since i've written anything. and it's been an even longer time since i've written anything about sports. i figured everyone knows by now that i am an elite basketball player (despite the fact that cobra kai only won one game in its first two seasons) and a special volleyball talent (regardless of whether the "serve aces" lost to an all-girls team last nite). but i'm excited about sports lately - the chiefs' season kicks off this weekend, my jayhawks are going to be ranked in the top 5 come november, and my fantasy football team looks quite promising - and damnit, i'm gonna write about sports in this post.

i've been to two, count em, two, different baseball stadiums this past month (three if you count the "k," where the lowly royals are fighting not to lose one hundred games rather than fighting for the wild card).

first, my dad, brother, step-brother-in-law and i went to chicago to historic wrigley field, where this beautiful picture was taken:

i made the mistake of sending it to my co-workers, who promptly ordered copies on shutterfly.com to decorate their offices and create t-shirts and coffee mugs with.

second, i went to brand-new, state-of-the-art, busch stadium in downtown st. louis. here's a picture of me outside the park:

nice, huh? when my wife was taking this picture, people all around where whispering and pointing. i'm pretty sure they thought i was someone famous or something.

at the game, albert pujols hit three home runs. he almost hit four.

he's as good at baseball as i am at basketball and volleyball.