The world is there for me to change, someday, somehow, I'm going to leave my mark on it.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Missoula Osprey
My friend Bare took me to a Missoula Osprey game, our local minor league baseball team. Named so because of the ospreys that are nested just out past the center outfield. We sat out in the grass on the third base line.
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