They Don't Call it "Tradition" for Nothing

It's a tradition that every year the Mr. and I try and fly up to the Bay Area and catch a baseball game with the Giants (because I'm from the Bay Area) playing the Dodgers (because he doesn't know any better).  When we first met we both declared how our love for our rival teams would never waver...and still ended up falling for each other anyway. 

We like to get into heated arguments about our teams (as if we are getting paid to play for each) that results in one of us yelling, "Shut up!" and walking away.....we have yet to finish the fight involving the Chitlin.

We had skipped going to a game last year when the Chitlin was born. So this year we were so excited to be at an actual game again that someone forgot to wear his bright blue hat.  So you can imagine how excited I was to get this pic of us looking like two peas in a pod.