It’s going to be sunny and 80 degrees this
weekend. When we have a weekend like this in March it is practically begging
for everyone to come out and play. That’s the rad part about living in such a paradise.
Shit, there are even parrots that wake me up squawking out my window in the
morning. I’m pretty sure that unless you live in the jungle you are not going
to enjoy hearing that squawk at 6 A.M. Seriously guys? 6 a.m.? Sun- Mon? Assholes…
With all the bird rants aside, sunny Saturdays should be
spent one of two places, Balboa Park or the beach. Since opening day is
creeping up on us, I highly endorse a game or two of wiffle ball. The great
thing about wiffle ball besides it being an American past time and whatnot is
that it is CHEAP. I mean you can get a bat and wiffle ball for 5 bones. No, you
don’t need to drop 35 bucks on a hand-sewn Chromexcel leather lemon-peel baseball (they exist) to have hours of fun taking out all that pent up aggression from the
week on a plastic sphere; plus if you can’t get a full team together then you
could just play “over the line” with a buddy or two.
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All jokes aside just get outside and enjoy the sunshine.
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