I said I never would – but I did. I attended a baseball game at Tropicana Field yesterday – the Mets against the Rays.

Our seats were pretty good. David Wright, Mets 3rd baseman, treated us to some fantastic defense. All I can say is, wow!

I can’t stand artificial turf – no matter what sport. And I really, really hate domed stadiums for sports that were destined for outdoor play. That opinion still exists today. Tropicana Field wasn’t as bad as it looked on tv, but I kept looking up at the sky wishing I could see blue. I’ll even settle for a retractable roof – but let’s get some real grass out there!

Highlight of the day! Look who got a foul ball. Thole, the Mets catcher, hit a screaming line drive foul right to our seats. We all ducked low – the ball hit Emma’s seat back and became pinned between her and the seat. Santos, with lightning speed, scooped up the ball in his hands. A Tropicana usher was at our side quickly to make sure no one was hurt.

Miriam holding the ball. First time ever to touch a major league foul ball. If you’re snickering then you’re not a true baseball fan.

And, oh, yes – the Mets won! A sweep! Let’s Go Mets!

I met one of my childhood heroes recently. We were at EPCOT meandering through the different countries when we arrived at Great Britain. To my utter surprise, I saw that Mary Poppins was going to be stopping by. I do so love Mary Poppins. And, yes, dear friends, I stood in line with the other children to get my opportunity to meet the woman who brought us supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

She was everything I remembered – practically, perfect in every way!

I love you, Mary Poppins!