Tying Myself in Knots

Tying Myself in Knots

Winter weather means bundling up against the elements. I’ve just received a blanket scarf as a gift. But, while I want to be warm, I still want to look cool. And I’m hopeless at being creative with how to tie this thing. So, I turned to the experts on youtube and pinterest for the perfect ways to tie a scarf.
You guys, I had no idea there were so many ways to do this! (One graphic I found numbered 40 ways. My head hurts just thinking about that many…). So, as a nod to the holiday season, and the twelve days of Christmas, here are twelve ways to fashionably wear that wrap:
The loop, the bandana, the body wrap, the standard, the cape, the pull-through, an off-the-shoulder wrap, a three-point wrap, the hooded warp, the belted poncho, the throat-warmer, and the mini-cape.

I get cold pretty easily, and will walk around the house with a blanket draped over my shoulders (or in a “borrowed” hoodie from my husband), so this blanket scarf is a nice way to keep warm when I have to leave the writing cave, say at a lunch or coffee date with a fellow writer, when I don’t want to keep my coat on the whole time.

I’m usually a two-layer girl, and sometimes even that isn’t enough, so the huge scarf is a huge help. But I digress…

No matter how you wear it, the most important thing is staying warm and toasty. Layer, layer, layer, and then layer some more.

Dreaming of warmer weather (and, yes, wearing that scarf as a cape),

Have Yourself a Merry Little Cocktail

Have Yourself a Merry Little Cocktail

The holidays are here, and celebration season is upon us. Can I pour you a festive drink?

Perhaps a Cranberry Mimosa?

Perfect for a holiday brunch, this recipe (from delish.com) is easy and festive.

Ingredients:

1 lime, halved

2 tbsp sugar

1 cup sweetened cranberry juice

1 bottle champagne

12 fresh cranberries

4 small sprigs of fresh rosemary

Make it:

  1. Rub rims of champagne flutes with lime and dip in sugar. Pour 1/4 cup cranberry juice into each glass and top with champagne.
  2. Use a toothpick to poke a hole through cranberries. Thread rosemary skewer through cranberries and garnish mimosas.

 

How about an Eggnog Martini?

A must for any holiday party, this recipe (from mccormick.com) takes only five minutes to make.

Ingredients:

4 ounces light cream

2 ounces white chocolate liqueur

1/4 tsp ground nutmeg

1/4 tsp rum extract

Make it:

  1. Fill cocktail shaker two-thirds full with ice. Add cream, white chocolate liqueur, nutmeg and rum flavor; shake until well mixed and chilled.
  2. Strain into a martini glass. Serve immediately.

 

And, one more. A cup of cocoa. Or in this case, Candy Cane – Kahula Hot Chocolate.

Sip this (recipe from delish.com) while dreaming by the fire, with visions of sugarplums dance in your head.

Ingredients:

1/2 cup whole milk

1/2 cup heavy cream

1 candy cane

3 tbsp sipping chocolate

1/4 tsp vanilla extract

1 1/2 ounces Kahula

whipped cream

candy canes

Make it:

  1. In a saucepan over low heat, warm whole milk and heavy cream.
  2. Add 1 candy cane and stir until melted.
  3. Stir in sipping chocolate and vanilla extract.
  4. Remove from heat, stir in Kahlua, and pour into glass.
  5. Garnish with whipped cream and candy canes.

 

Whatever you’re drinking, let’s raise a glass, and toast the magic of the season.

Cheers!

A Taste of Susan Scott Shelley’s Fighting For More

A Taste of Susan Scott Shelley’s Fighting For More

Hey guys, hockey season is in full swing, so today I’m giving you a taste of one of my newest hockey romances. Fighting For More is book 2 in my Buffalo Bedlam series, and I had a blast writing this story.

Hockey enforcer Leo Brennan knocked out the Buffalo Bedlam’s star player. Now, he’s been traded to their team. Life can’t get worse… until he falls for his injured teammate’s sister.

The Buffalo Bedlam arena was the most unfriendly rink in the league. The ice wasn’t giving or forgiving. The fans were loyal and loudly voiced taunts for the opposing team. And, the Bedlam players were getting under Leo Brennan’s skin. Knocking them into the boards and onto their asses throughout the game had been a pleasure.
Leo hopped over the boards and onto the ice. Clutching his stick, he joined the rush. The Sea Lions were down by four goals with ten minutes remaining in the game. His team needed a fire lit under them, and his job was to provide the spark.

Skate hard, hit harder, and, no matter what, make sure he was the last one standing.

They needed a win to close out the abysmal mid-February road trip. Then they could leave cold, snowy Buffalo and get back to warm, sunny Los Angeles and the Sea Lions fans, who loved the team through highs and lows and everything in between.

Cold air rushed over his face as he flew up the ice. Two Bedlam players chased the puck into the corner with two Sea Lions at their backs. The glass rattled as the players collided into the boards.

The puck shot out to center ice, and right onto Dylan Fraser’s stick. The Bedlam’s talented captain was responsible for three of his team’s goals. No way in hell would Leo allow him another one. He adjusted course, gunning for Dylan, the blue jersey a target on a field of white. They were nearly matched in height, but he outweighed Dylan by a good thirty pounds.

Focused on the goalie, Dylan raised his stick for a slap shot.

Leo lowered his shoulder, braced his body, and slammed into Dylan’s side. The captain fell like a domino.

Target eliminated.

Securing the puck, Leo skated in the opposite direction and fired the puck at the Bedlam goalie. The goalie skated forward, knocking the puck aside and then kept coming.

What the…

The whistle blew, and Leo turned to see why the play had been blown dead and why the crowd had grown silent.
Dylan lay unmoving at center ice, and the ref and linesmen were breaking up fights all around him. Bedlam players on the bench climbed onto the ice, as the trainer and doctor rushed to Dylan’s side.

Mouth dropped open, Leo stared and skated closer. A blunt force slammed into his back, knocking him forward. The ice rushed up to meet him. Cursing, he turned his head. The goalie, Rod Fraser, loomed over him. Eyes heated, Rod ripped off his mask and dropped his gloves, and then his hands formed fists. “What the hell? You knocked out my brother.”

Oh, shi–. Leo pushed to standing.

Glaring, Rod charged, his fist flying forward. It caught Leo’s jaw. Pain exploded, radiating as his teeth knocked together and his head snapped back.

Rod’s fist came at him again. The right hook was as precise as one Leo would have thrown. Leo blocked him, countering with his own. Anger didn’t flare, it couldn’t, not with the concern for Dylan tightening his chest. He’d react the same as Rod if someone had hurt one of his brothers. Hell, he’d gotten into more fights than he could remember trying to protect Ryan.

Another jab caught his cheek.

Enough.

Leo barreled forward. “I gave you that first one. No more.”

“You think so?” Rod came at him again.

Players flew in from every angle, a blur of Bedlam blue and Sea Lions white. A wall of white jerseys formed around Leo as his teammates pulled him away from the irate goalie and toward the Sea Lions bench.

Worried about Dylan, he searched through the throng of players scattered across the ice. Dylan still lay motionless. Was the man conscious? Could he move his limbs? Rod knelt beside his brother, face creased in concern. Emergency personnel crossed the rink, carrying a backboard.

Not a good sign. Not at all.

The deafening silence of the arena, the fans’ harsh glares and anxious faces, magnified Leo’s guilt. He stood by the bench and forced himself to watch the replay on the Jumbotron. His skates hadn’t left the ice when he’d lunged at Dylan, and he hadn’t struck Dylan in the head. The hit was legal. Clean. He didn’t play dirty. Never had, and never would.

But seeing Dylan’s helmet fly off his head mid-fall, and then Dylan’s head hitting the ice, sickened his stomach. The helplessness and fear on Rod’s face as he watched his brother clawed at Leo’s heart. Again, Ryan came into his thoughts. That helplessness echoed what Leo had felt after finding his baby brother beaten up in a park after the previous year’s Pride parade in Philly.

He shook his head to clear the memory. His teammates’ words of comfort and the taps on his back in support seemed far away. He wouldn’t be welcomed if he skated to Dylan’s side to offer an apology. Words were weak anyway, they couldn’t make up for what had happened. He knew that better than anyone. Still, he’d have to find Dylan’s number somehow after the game, and try to express his regret.

Gaze glued to Dylan being wheeled off the ice, he struggled to shift his focus back to the game. Coach Brown ordered his line back to the bench. Leo sat beside his line mates, trying to ignore the fans behind the glass and their screamed insults. Of course, they were worried about their captain. And of course, they were angry at him. Accidents happened. Injuries happened. But maybe by some miracle, Dylan would be completely fine by the next day.

Cold liquid splashed the back of his neck. Startled, he jumped and twisted around. An empty cup clattered to rest beside his skate. The yeasty scent of beer surrounded him.

Behind the glass, two fans smirked at him. One raised his cup in mock-toast. The other flipped Leo off.
Beside him, McSorley stood, and his line mate glared at the fans. “What the hell? They’re throwing sh*t at you?”

Coach Brown hurried from his position at the center of the bench. Shaking his head, he placed his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Let it go. Leo, head to the locker room.”

“But…” There were still eight minutes left. Not that he’d be able to concentrate on playing.

“Now.”

He grabbed his stick and ambled away from the bench. As he headed into the tunnel, more trash rained down from the fans. Beer, sodas, and an entire container of chicken wings accompanied a chorus of boos. Fighting the urge to rush into the stands and go after the jerks, he wiped splatters of red and brown from his visor and lumbered through the hallway.

The game couldn’t end fast enough.

The sooner he got away from Buffalo, the better.

***

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Coffee, Coffee, Everywhere

Coffee, Coffee, Everywhere

 

So, you know how people visit a new city (or country), and one of the first things they want to do is check out the local cuisine, or the food the city is known for? Yeah… I’m not one of those people.

BUT… I will totally want to check out their coffee shops and get my taste of local flavor that way.

Anyone on a restricted diet can tell you that going out to eat has the potential to be a stressful event, and so for me, coffee is a way around that. I know I’ll be happy with a cup of java, so the stress is gone, and I can just enjoy the rest of the experience.

 

Sitting back, hands cupped around a warm mug, and people-watching: there’s nothing better.

Often, my writer’s brain will start crafting stories for the people I see. The baristas, the customers, and the passers-by.

National chains are a good backup, but I always seek out the small shops first. I like experiencing the different decor, and talking to the baristas about the different types of coffees they’ve selected. And, the added bonus is that I get to feed my caffeine habit.

So, coffee shops are a must-stop on my travels. I’d love to hear about any must-stops you have.

 

Writing to the Beat

Writing to the Beat

Whenever I start a new writing project, I select a new playlist. After spending months with my hockey and baseball players, I was returning to my rock stars.

But when it came to the music, I was coming up empty. I didn’t have a playlist.

Aaahhh! (Cue the panic button.)

Usually, selecting music for my playlists is easy. (Often, it’s a single song on continual repeat.) But I couldn’t find the right mood. I know a lot of that had to do with other events in my life that were draining my energy and pulling at my attention. And writing under those conditions is super hard. I needed some inspiration–FAST.

And so, I turned to Youtube.

In this book, my rock stars are going on tour, so I searched out some live concert inspiration. And here is a sample of what I found:

Have you heard Babymetal singing with Rob Halford (of Judas Priest) at the 2016 APMAs? Dude, it’s awesome. I love everything about it.

I am enjoying the Foo Fighters’ new Concrete and Gold album. And I so loved this clip, from the 2017 Summer Sonic festival, where they brought Rick Astley on stage:

And then there’s Guns N Roses from their Not In This Lifetime tour, singing with Pink:

And one more. This one’s a little older, but I love it. A duet with Amy Lee from Evanescence and Lzzy Hale from Halestorm:

I’m happy to report that these, along with countless other live performances, helped a lot.  This book’s playlist is pretty eclectic, but it’s rejuvenated me along the way. Music has the power to inspire and to heal, and I’m grateful it did both.

I’d love to hear your suggestions on other bands I should check out.

 

Show Your Support

Show Your Support

I received my first Phillies hat when I was six years old. And my first Flyers jersey when I was fourteen. As I write this post, I’m wearing an Eagles T-shirt (having just finished watching them beat the Redskins. A week 1 win, baby — we’re off to a great start!). And, I’ve just purchased a new Flyers hat, in prep for the NHL season which opens on October 4th.

On any given Sunday, any football team can potentially win the game. And on any given Sunday, countless people across the country don hats, shirts, jerseys, and jackets in support of their favorite teams.
There’s nothing like being in a football, baseball, or soccer stadium or a hockey or basketball arena, wearing the same logo as twenty-thousand other people as you all root for the same side. Or pulling on your jersey as you settle in to watch the game at home.
There’s nothing like being on vacation in another city (I once saw someone wearing a Phillies T-shirt in Buffalo, NY) or country (my friend saw someone wearing a Baltimore Ravens jersey in Greece) and seeing someone else wearing a shirt or hat in support of your hometown team. In those moments, it’s completely acceptable to call out a greeting (“Yo, [insert team name]!” works), or give them a high-five. It’s a slice of home, a touch of the familiar that can serve to remind you that you aren’t alone.
But what to do if someone pokes fun at you in your team gear? Like a “They’re not paying you to advertise their logo.” and “You do realize you aren’t ON the team, right?”
To that I say, Oh, Please. And, get over yourself.  And *Insert eye-roll here.* 🙂
Sports bring us together. Sometimes they can be a distraction when other parts of your life are falling apart. (That was true for me.) They’re fun. When you have an appreciation of the game and an affinity for a particular player, wearing the gear is an extension of your support. All of the players (from every sport) say that they love seeing (and hearing) the fans in the stands. They feed off of our energy.
So be loud and wear your gear proudly.
Just a Taste – ENAMORED

Just a Taste – ENAMORED

My latest release is ENAMORED, book 3 in my baseball series. I wove two romances together in this one, so I’m calling it a baseball romance double-header. 🙂

 

After a Spring Training stunt saddles Liam York with a broken ankle, the League’s Best Mascot is forced to share the spotlight with the team’s solution: a temporary friend for Fin the Shark. But his new co-worker tests the limits of his control.

Claire Devereux spent years caring for her siblings and is more than ready for some fun. She loves every aspect of being Fin’s new friend Fiona and is determined to make the temporary gig permanent.

As romance blooms between their on-field personalities, Liam and Claire give in to their passion off the field too. But curve balls from every direction test whether they’re better as a duo or if it’s every mascot for him/herself.

Meanwhile…

First baseman Slade MacInnes has a lot of balls in the air. His contract is expiring, he’s just found his birth parents, and his agreement to do some work with a children’s charity has led him to the very sexy and sweet Savanna Soto.

Savanna works hard granting wishes to kids with life-threatening illnesses, something her sister never lived to experience. Slade’s no-fear attitude and adrenaline-junkie adventures make her want to break out of her self-imposed safety bubble and live.

Slade figures he’s just the man to help her conquer her fears. Each activity draws them closer together with an attraction that sizzles. But when life pushes their differences to a head, will fear win out or can love save the game?

****

Here’s a taste from Liam and Claire’s story:

Thanks to traffic, forty minutes passed before she entered the stadium’s employee parking lot. Claire grabbed her purse, pulled out her badge, and jogged toward the entrance. She couldn’t afford to be late yet. Maybe no one had noticed.

Yeah right.

She flashed her badge at the security guard and increased her pace. Rushing to the third-floor office, she bypassed the elevator and ran up the stairs. The team wanted the mascots to be visible to the fans on the concourse prior to the game. People would see that she wasn’t there with Liam. Even if the fans didn’t notice, the staff would. Raymond had been pleased with her performance so far. She couldn’t let that change.

Her purse caught the edge of a maintenance cart and yanked her back. She stumbled into the wall, cursing as her shoulder met concrete.

“Claire?” Liam, dressed as Fin, slowed to a stop on his golf cart. “I tried calling your phone. Are you okay?”

Rubbing her shoulder, she pushed away from the wall. “Sorry I’m late. I’ll be dressed in under a minute.”

She slid past him, jogged the remaining steps to the office, and dropped her purse on the floor. Her damn shoulder throbbed. Hopefully, it wouldn’t hold back her performance. No one could see her wince in pain anyway during the game. The costume made sure of that.

The golf cart stopped in front of the door. Liam hopped off, grabbed his crutches, and lumbered into the room. The door closed at his back. “Are you getting in a pre-game workout by jogging around the floors?”

Laughter huffed out at the thought. “Right. That’s it.”

She tugged on the costume, tripping as her sneaker caught on the material. And then the zipper got stuck on the fabric. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“Hey, relax. We’re good.”

“No, we’re not good. We’re due out on the concourse.”

“If you need more time, Fin can always pretend he locked Fiona in a closet so he could have fun on the field.”

“Raymond’s not going to buy that if he’s out there.” She sat on the couch and worked the material free of the zipper’s teeth.

He came closer and laid his hand on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t throw you under the bus. I’d tell Ray that you were stuck in a traffic backup caused by an accident or road construction.”

Her previous sales job had been cut-throat, with co-workers stealing customers and an everyone-out-for-themselves environment. She had never expected that Liam would back her up here. “Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Just curious, but why were you late?”

“Lasagna and a missing gym leotard.”

She caught his grin through the mesh of Fin’s mouth. “Yeah, I hate it when that happens.”

They both laughed and he nodded toward the TV. “Today’s episode of Fin and Fiona is The First Kiss. We can tune in right here during the fourth inning.”

“With everything that’s gone on today, I’d forgotten. I’m glad Raymond was right about the fans loving the Fin and Fiona storyline.” Resisting Liam had been harder than she’d thought. Just one look into those laughing brown eyes and she’d melt. He made her wish for things that she shouldn’t. She stood and slid the zipper closed.

He moved backward, but his crutch landed on her purse and fell away from his grip. His body pitched to the side and he flung out his arm and casted ankle. Claire sprang forward. She couldn’t have him land on either of those. Yanking the front of his costume, she twisted toward the couch. His weight and momentum took them both down and they landed in a heap of tangled limbs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Buried beneath him, she panted the apology. She never left her purse on the floor. “Did you bang your ankle?”

“A little.” He pushed up on his arms but she couldn’t see his eyes through the dark mesh of the costume. “Can you pull off my mask?”

“Sure.” Berating herself, she slipped it off his head. His eyes kindled with that familiar spark and his dark hair was tousled in a sexy mess. She could picture him looking this exact way after a night spent together. Dragging her thoughts from going in that direction, she smoothed the strands, desperate to fix something after the near-disaster she’d caused.

His breath stilled when her hand tangled in his hair. And she realized she probably shouldn’t be touching him like this. She lifted her hand, but he shook his head. “Don’t stop. I like it.”

Her blood beating a steady thrum, she returned her hand to his hair. His gaze roamed her face and then settled on her mouth. He shifted his body and tugged his hand free of their tangle. When his finger trailed from her temple to her chin, her eyes fluttered closed. The touch was like thousands of points of electricity pulsing against her skin.

She opened her eyes. Liam’s gaze held hers captive and he traced his finger over the shape of her lips. “Fighting this hasn’t worked. If anything, it’s made me want you more.”

The words spoken in the roughened tone were both arousing and gratifying. She hadn’t been the only one who’d suffered. “So maybe we should stop fighting it.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. He moved his hand to her throat and stroked her skin with a feather light caress. Claire left one hand buried in his hair and slid the other to his neck, massaging the muscles.

Liam groaned and lowered his head and his mouth crashed down on hers faster and hotter than she’d expected. His lips coaxed hers apart and she let his tongue slide inside to dual with hers. He kissed a trail to her jawline then down her neck in a series of nips and licks that weakened her muscles and heated her blood. Tugging his hair, she nudged him until he returned to her mouth. His urgency matched hers and his body blanketed her, wrapping them in their desire.

A knock pounded on the door. Claire jolted and knocked her forehead into Liam’s. “Damn it.”

He pulled away, rubbing his forehead, and rolled to the floor. “Just a second,” he called out as he reached for his crutches.

Claire sprung to her feet. She adjusted her costume, slipped her mask in place, and helped Liam put his on.

When she opened the door, Tim, one of the security guards, stood with his hand on his radio. “You guys all right? Our guest singer for the National Anthem was late, but she’s ready to go now. You need to get on the field.”

They were much later than she’d thought. Claire groaned and glanced at Liam. “Sorry. I had some costume trouble.”

“I’ll have them hold the elevator for you.” Tim stepped away, speaking into his radio.

Liam locked the door and climbed into the golf cart. He rubbed Fin’s fins together. “Time to burn some rubber.”

She started the engine and sped down the hall. Her attraction to Liam couldn’t get in the way of doing her job. “Listen, about what happened…”

“It was a good first kiss, starting with the crash and ending with a bang.” He raised his hand to his head.

Laughing, she glided the cart onto the empty elevator. “Seriously. We can’t let it affect things here.”

He laid his hand on her thigh. “Believe me, I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this job. On the clock, we’ll make sure to keep a better watch on the time. But off the clock, all bets are off.”

A shiver tore through her. Anticipation rolled together with wariness. Losing focus of her responsibilities wasn’t an option. And Liam proved to be the biggest distraction she’d ever had.

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My Tiny Obsession

My Tiny Obsession

 

Guys, I’m addicted to the tiny house shows on HGTV and the DIY network. I love everything about the tiny house movement.

What is this movement? Simply put, it is a social movement where people are choosing to downsize the space they live in. The typical American home is around 2,600 square feet, whereas the typical small or tiny house is between 100 and 400 square feet. Whether on wheels or a permanent foundation, there are tons of options. Tiny houses come in all shapes, sizes, and forms, but they enable simpler living in a smaller, more efficient space. While 100 sq ft is too small for me, 400-ish would be fine.

People are joining this movement for many reasons, but the most popular reasons include environmental and financial concerns, and the desire for more time and freedom. I don’t have an attachment to a lot of things. Minimalism is my cup of tea. But speaking of cups, I will need room for my coffee cup collection. Priorities, people. 🙂

Tiny House Hunters takes the person/couple/family to see three options. (Note: I would not suggest living in one of these small space with a family. Growing up in a 1200 sq ft row home with eight people was pretty tight.) It’s interesting to see which house they’ll pick and their reasoning for doing so. I vote along at home. It’s fun.

Tiny Luxury follows the story of a single home being built. It’s fascinating, and shows that creativity and imagination go a long way in utilizing every inch of space to its best use.

One of the biggest problems seems to be finding land for a house you’ve had custom built. Where you can live in a tiny house is determined by local city, county and state zoning regulations and building codes. For example, in Philly, I could put one in a friend’s yard as the property secondary dwelling, but not on its own plot of land. So, clearly, I need to find friends with bigger yards. 🙂

After watching these shows for a long time, I think I have what it takes to go tiny. As they say, try it before you buy it. And I’m going to do just that. I’ll be renting one for a few days, and will share the pics and my experience in a future post. After spending some time in the house, I’ll know for sure.

But I think it’s for me. Do you? Could you? Would you?

Brownies: Reinvented

Brownies: Reinvented

It’s no secret that I don’t enjoy spending long hours in the kitchen. It’s also no secret that I like to eat healthy. But just because you’re eating healthy doesn’t mean you have to give up fun things like dessert.

What it DOES mean is that you might be substituting ingredients…and it’s not as scary as it sounds. Cooking is supposed to be an adventure, right?

Today, I’m sharing one of my favorite recipes with you — Brownie Batter Hummus. It’s so good! And it’s easy – from start to finish, you’ll have your dessert in five minutes.

(Yields 2)

What you’ll need:

  • 1 can black beans, drained and rinsed OR 1 1/2 cups cooked black beans (You could probably also use garbanzo beans. I’m going to try that next.)
  • 1/2 cup cashew butter (Or nut butter of choice (I’ve also made this with natural peanut butter and natural almond butter. Use sunflower butter for a nut free option – but I find this one tastes a little more bitter.)
  • 1/2 cup cacao powder
  • 1/2 cup coconut sugar (In a pinch, I’ve also used 1/2 cup of stevia powder.)
  • Water if needed, to reach desired consistency (I use about 1/3 cup.)

What to do:

  1. In a food processor, combine all 4 ingredients. Mix well.
  2. Add water if needed. Start with 1 tablespoon at a time until you reach a desired consistency.

(Recipe is courtesy of http://mywholefoodlife.com/2016/05/27/brownie-batter-hummus/)

It will get more solid as it sits in the fridge, so add a little more water than you think you need.

You can dip anything from pretzels to fruit, or eat it by the spoonful. 🙂

Enjoy! And let me know if you try it!

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

 

Opening Day of baseball season is upon us! That means, the boys of Summer are back! And, there’s nothing like watching a game right at the stadium. For me, that holds true whether it’s basketball, football, hockey, or baseball — there’s an energy when you’re right there where the action is happening that you just can’t get through a TV screen, regardless of how big it may be.

Living in Philly, I’m spoiled by having the four major sports team all in one spot. The stadium complex houses Citizens Bank Park for the Phillies, Lincoln Financial Field for the Eagles, and the Wells Fargo Center for both the Sixers and Flyers.

For today’s post, we’ll stick with baseball. Citizens Bank Park is a fabulous place to watch a ball game. The field is beautiful, manicured blades of grass, perfect baselines, the rich reddish brown of the warning track, and the giant Liberty Bell in the outfield that lights up when the Phillies score a home run. And, nothing says ballpark like the smell of popcorn and hot dogs. Not that I eat those things. 🙂 My only complaint is there needs to be more vegan/vegetarian options on the menu…and decent coffee… But I digress.

There’s also tons of Phillies history tucked into and around the stadium, so fans of the sport have a lot to see.

I’m the first to admit that I like a lot of action in my sports, like what you get in a hockey game, but baseball is a lot more than just some guy hitting a ball and running around the bases. There’s a lot of strategy involved, from which pitches to throw, to which player to try to tag out, and where players bat in the lineup.

A few of my favorite things are: watching the players huddle at the pitcher’s mound with heads bent close together (I always wonder if they’re chatting about things other than baseball, like which pub to hit after the game), the pitcher’s ritual as he gets ready to throw some heat, trying to determine if a player is getting ready to steal a base, the way your body tenses up as a player makes a diving catch, and finally, the most fun is watching the antics of the mascot as he messes with the opposing team. The Phillie Phanatic, aka the best mascot in major league baseball, is a genius at doing this.

Whether a cool wind is whipping across the outfield in spring and fall, or the sun is baking the seats in the dog days of summer, a day at the ballpark is always a hit. (See what I did there? 🙂  ha ha!)

Play ball!