I went to the mid-Atlantic, home of green grass in April and pretty baseball stadiums.

I caught an Orioles game at Camden Yards against the Yankees out of sheer luck that no one else wanted these tickets.

The Yankees were dumbfounded by the quietly talented no-name Orioles. Fellow contributors Adam, Abby, and I spent some time filling in words for what the Yankees are saying in this picture. Things like, “My neighbor’s dog keeps chewing on my fence,” and “I went to Best Buy and they have an incredible deal on flatscreen tv’s!” Because that’s what millionaires do, right? Feel free to add your own.

This is also about baseball, because after 4 days of searching for my baseball glove with no luck, I tore apart my parent’s garage and found it hiding underneath a basketball.

Nowadays, I just sit around smelling the glove and remembering how awesome it was to be on a baseball field at night. No matter how much school sucked come April, I’d get to play baseball and know that it’s almost summer. And lately it feels like summer. I even took my glove out for a catch and three of us sat around talking about our futures like we were thirteen again talking about being major leaguers.