Sunday was a wonderful day in the sunshine. Yes, we had plans to wax Grumpy…who was looking his age. After looking at the schedule, I’m so proud of myself for remembering to do that, the Geezer and Gimpy got Grumpy washed, waxed, and were on the road to baseball at light speed.
Baseball also now means a Hodad’s hamburger. We love Hodad’s. What’s a Hodad? It’s a person who doesn’t surf but pretends to surf. His mom and dad ran Hodad’s when I first moved to the beach, and after their death, their son and a friend inherited it. The success of this burger dive was cemented by a “best burger in the US” from “Diners, Drive in’s, and Dives.” Mikey was able to buy it all back, and now there are several in spots around town.
We had our thousand calorie hamburger, and happily settled into G’s bosses seats I with my silicone cushion. In the shade. It was military appreciation day. We wore our ARMY shirts. The crowd was slow to arrive One Marine Company was marched in and placed up in the sun in the nosebleed section to roast. The MTC depot band played. Veterans and active duty folks stood and were applauded, then some of the best baseball I’d ever seen began.
G loves baseball. I go because I love G. Yesterday I loved baseball. There were bunts, stolen bases, and good short ball baseball with a few homers thrown in plus we won. We cheered with the best of them, ate chocolate frozen yogurt, ate really fresh Cracker Jack, and had a ball.
As we left, I spotted the head of the Padre’s food concession and stopped to praise Hodad’s. Kapow.
There are golden days like this to remember.