Kids are natural noise makers and a big electronic sign would occasionally flash "Make some noise" with a large electronic dB meter lighting up to measure the noise level. The youngsters out did themselves and the din was deafening.
We left after five innings to escape the racket and beat the rush and drove over to Calle Ocho for an early dinner at Versailles, Little Havana's most famous restaurant. If you enjoy eating Cuban, this is the place to go. After finishing with a cup of strong Café Cubano, I screwed up my courage and joined the rush hour crush for the trip home. I must confess: driving bumper to bumper at 70 MPH is something I'm not entirely comfortable with and I was a bit unnerved. Anyway, we made it home safe and sound.
Later in the evening I thought about the days doings and decided that it was mostly fun but rather stressful. As to my epiphany: I believe I've reached a point in life where days like the one just described are best avoided. I'm older but wiser.
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