Three Strikes You're Out

Last week, MS won a contest at his office to throw the first pitch at the company family night at the Barons.

Like any good wife, I let him warm up solo on the roof of the building while I fixed my hair.

We headed out and met his biggest fans, who thought he was playing the whole game.

I'm merely his publicist. Anytime Uncle Mac leaves, all I'm useful for is answering questions about where he is and when he's coming back. It's a glamorous job.

We ate some very questionable bbq and waited for MS to take the field.

He did great and got it across home plate - even if it was high and inside.

I mingled with the other celebrities.

After his big game, we made a stop for a celebratory drink and dinner that we could identify.

Great start to the weekend!