And, to be honest I am not even entirely sure what the curse of the Bambino is. (I vaguely know it has to do with Babe Ruth and some Red Sox losing streak from being traded... Basically, whatever the premise of Fever Pitch is, since everything I learn about sports comes from movies, or not being able to totally tune out my dad rambling on, forgetting I am his daughter not his son.)
This was the most normal we could get Aaron to look - believe me there are like 15 attempts to take this one photo!
But, Joe gave me tickets to see the Mariners and the Angels. (Apparently, I was on his REALLY good side this week!) So, we went. And, miraculously it didn't even rain until after the fireworks. And equally miraculously the Angels did not score even 1 point (goal, run, whatever you call it!) This is the 4th or 5th game I have been to this season with our tickets and they have NEVER even scored!Joe said I was cursed and that I wasn't able to go to anymore games. Then 10 minutes later, he came in and said "we" (meaning "he") bought tickets to the playoffs and to let him know when I wanted to go. Love that man!