We love you, David, and are happy to celebrate you any day of the week, especially if it involves a baseball game.
Glee, for I am about to enjoy a large, very salty, pretzel.
Here, the men of the outfield have gathered together to discuss, I can only imagine, whose mom brought snack today and if it's watermelon again.
And look who you can run into at a Jays' game... your high school classmate from 20 years ago who lives in Saskatchewan. It's true. It can happen. Here's proof: (Hi Erin! So good to see you!)