Baseball and The Pie

There is something so incredibly magical about going to a baseball game. Just being in the park, the smell of hot dogs (one of the few places I’m happy to eat them), the cheers of the fans, the overzealous five year olds who really, really want to get the attention of Bumble the mascot, the seventh inning stretch – it all adds up to make for one fantastic evening.

After the game we headed over to The Pie for a little late night pizza. I must admit I was a bit skeptical when I heard that it was the best pizza ever. I had been there once my freshman year and didn’t remember anything too extraordinary. When we got there, however, I found, not only the biggest pizza I had ever seen, but some of the tastiest. If you have never been, I highly recommend it.