For the Favorite Fic Ask Meme

An even better combination, as it turns out, than baseball and the risotto I made last week. (Although, risotto eventually lead to arancini, which is always points in its favor.) Because I’m in California, so the games start eaaaaaaarly, Risotto goes something like this: stir, stir, stir, run into the living to see the play, stir, stir, call out for the score, stir, stir... Whereas pizza is jointly prepared and can be a tag team affair, allowing both cooks to spend some time watching the first innings of the game. Topping prep *tag*, dough prep *tag*, put the pizzas together *tag*, bake them. And whoever is in the living room must shout the game play by play (and I mean pitch by pitch) loudly towards the kitchen. As always, extra style points are awarded as appropriate for providing color commentary. 

YES WE ARE!!!

RIGHT!?!?!?! There’s a lot I’m pretty sanguine about, but if you’re a guy looking to go out with me? You best come correct when it comes to loving the glorious game of baseball or no dice.

Yeah, he’s fun to watch.  As much as I’m gonna miss Big Papi after the season’s over, between Xander and Mookie and Brock, I like the future of the team (provided Uehura and Kimbrel straighten out their pitching issues - I swear, Kimbrel did NOT have this problem when he was with the Braves.  He was automatic lights out for us.)