The healing power of baseball

We'd purchased tickets to the July 17 Ducks game months ago, long before Drew scheduled his surgery for July 13.  I thought we'd have to trade in the tickets for another game, but Drew insisted he was well enough to go to the game.

It was Irish heritage night.

Good game, the Ducks and Bees kept things interesting.

And guess who fulfilled a childhood dream?  Yes, he caught a foul ball!

And the Ducks won, which is always a good thing.

By the end of the evening, Drew was exhausted, and grateful that I wouldn't let him drive.