the ball game.

A few days ago, my dad took me to my very first Bethlehem Iron Pigs game. The Iron pigs are a new farm team under the Philadelphia Phillies (my one and only baseball team.) They just started up last year, and by all accounts so far are absolutly awful. But... if there is one thing that doesn't matter much when you're at a baseball game, it's the baseball game.

While there my dad talked me into getting a baseball cap -- the first I've owned for at least ten years. Surprisingly, I have fallen in love with this thing, so have decided that it is my fashion accessory for the summer.


Taking a break from watching the game for some lunch. Here I am styling my new headware. Jealous? I know you are.

And since my dad got me to wear the hat, I convinced him to try on my "signature" 70s porn star sun glasses. I think he looks rather dashing, don't you?

And since I'm actually putting photos up (which I never do so enjoy it while it lasts) I'll throw this one up of my little brother Zach and I from earlier this summer. He'll hate that I put this up because he thinks he looks bad in it. But I looked bad in the one that he looked better in, and this is my blog. Sibling revenge...