Today felt like a summer day in San Diego. It’ s about 80 degrees outside, but with a bit of a breeze. The air is so clear and clean, it’s just a beautiful day. A day like this got me thinking about summer, as baseball is coming up.
I love summer, but I hate the heat. I mean, summer is all about heat, but I don’t like it boiling hot, just warm. In fact, I would rather freeze than boil to death. But anyways, though I don’t like summer because of the heat, I do love summertime. I love the smell of barbeques, eating hamburgers that aren’t like the ones at a fast food place but so much better. I love it being light later, like when the sun goes down around 7:30 pm. What I love about San Diego weather is that no matter how hot it is during the day, it will always cool down at night. Today is 80 degrees, but it’s going to be very cold tonight. If I go outside, I’m going to need a jacket. I love that about San Diego.
But the best thing about summer is baseball. To me, the perfect summer evening is eating grilled hamburgers and sweet watermelon or fresh strawberries, settling down as the day cools off, and listening to some Padres baseball on the radio. Just relaxing and listening to the voices of Jerry Coleman, Ted Leitner, and Andy Masur, as they call all the action from Petco Park. That’s what my summer evenings have been like for the last two years. I remember a long time ago, way before I became a Padres fan, my parents would have the game on during summer evenings. That will always be a part of some of my earliest memories of summer. It’s a wonderful season, it really is.
Our summer last year was pretty mild. We got the worst of it in September, I think. It really wasn’t that hot. Though I don’t like the heat, summer = baseball. You have got to love that.
Now, I guess I should mention football. I threw around the old pigskin with a bunch of friends earlier. We were out in the 80 degree heat, but it was lot of fun. Usually I’m not one to play with the football, since I’m still on my football hate thing right now, but today I gave in and it was really fun. I hate big, hard balls, though. We were actually throwing around three different balls, and my favorite was the tiny one that was slightly deflating. Anyways, on one throw to me the biggest, hardest ball came up and hit me pretty badly in the finger. It is not broken, but it hurts. I am not quite sure why I mentioned that, maybe because it has something to do with sports and it’s bugging me right now.
I guess I should also mention something about the Super Bowl. I will not be watching it, but I will be keeping track of the score. I think I am going for the Cardinals. I just kind of decided that this morning. I think Pittsburgh will win, but they knocked off the Chargers, plus all my friends are going for Arizona. I know, bad way to choose your team, but it makes sense. So, go Cardinals!
Oh yeah, in Mark’s latest J-Blog School, he said that contractions should be spelled out. While that’s a great tip for journalism, I don’t think I can handle eliminating them on my blog. Contractions make my blog more personal and casual, and that’s what I want my blog to be. So, if it starts bugging anyone, I apologize in advance. I don’t want my blog to be perfect and stiff. I want it to be personal. I want it to sound like I’m a human and not a robot. When I get into a professional writing career, that tip will be most helpful. Thanks, Mark!