I just found out I'm goin going to a professional baseball game on Saturday. This is our local minor league team. I love going out to the ball park...the smell of the grass, the crack of the bat, and the roar of the crowd. It's like a giant summer party. In the past, the ballpark has been a place that I've tended to overeat, as well. I used to order hot dogs, penuts, popcorn, real coke, pretzals with cheese, fun...