First get banded like a migratory bird.
Only the first 1000 of the not-so-rare Timbers Army Loons get banded. I found an old guy to model his.
Then get back on the bus that conveniently stops near the Great Harvest Bread Co. Grab a coffee and cinnamon bun and walk the block to the river.
Weather was perfect.
Sorry Sara, I was going to include a photo of the awesome cinnamon roll but after opening it on the park bench for a sample.......
This was the leftover brown sugar and butter that I didn't eat. Guess I'll give up on that "food blogger" career I was considering.
Then after a little "culture absorption" I went to the game.
The game wasn't pretty. More of a street brawl on turf with confused arbitrators and loud foul mouthed drunks in the stands, all ending in an unsatisfying tie. I even had the guy next to me throwing up. Luckily, it was in the final minutes and no bystanders were splashed. It wasn't our finest hour. Oh well. They can't all be.
Kids out doing family stuff; Grandpa home doing his stuff. Weather is perfect for both.
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