Actually, Max couldn't care less. We couldn't either, really. Except we were watching the last game of the World Series, because it was the last game and because Corey went to college in Boston. Then because this blowout was even more boring than a regular televised baseball game, my mind began to wander. Eventually it landed on "Wouldn't it be so cute if we got a picture of Max in that mini helmet souvenir sundae cup I got at the Cyclones game?"
We do actually love the Brooklyn Cyclones. Nothing better than a live minor league game down by the shore, Nathan's hot dog in one hand, Brooklyn brew in the other, knowing you can hit the Wonder Wheel as soon as the game is over.
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