"I believe in the Church of Baseball." ~Annie Savoy

I don't usually go to the ballpark alone but with D busy at work I wasn't about to let tickets to a day game (with seats in the shade) go to waste.

As I walked toward the stadium by myself on a perfect LA day, I felt a little like Susan Sarandon's character, Annie Savoy, from Bull Durham.

It was a Sunday afternoon and a parking attendant asked how I was doing. "Couldn't be better," I told him. "It's a beautiful day for a ballgame."

Because even if there weren't the same number of stitches in a baseball as there are beads in the Catholic rosary, I'd still believe that "the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day out, is the Church of Baseball." Amen.

I met friends for the game and got to experience their 10-month-old son's first Dodger game. The baby napped through Furcal's homer and Loney's 2 RBI single in the fifth, but he woke up to see the Dodger's leave them on the field in the tenth and he never shed a tear. I love LA!