Mmmmmm, The Good Ole Days

So Kaley and I decided to do the married Saturday thing. You know, plan a trip to Home Depot, go grocery shopping, save oil covered marine life off the coast of Nova Scotia, your average Saturday. (Note: we only did one of these and it wasn't rebuilding a deck or stocking our pantry, just kidding, we went grocery shopping).

But after grocery shopping we stopped off at a couple other places and our last stop produced this little bit of memory goodness. That's right folks, I am experiencing the bliss that is Big League Chew. You guys remember it. When you were trying to hit a ball that laid motionless on a pole in front of your face, when you sat with your buddies on the bench wearing your baseball caps inside out, when you were calling the kid on the pitchers mound a bellyitcher, when you needed that fix because you had become addicted to sugar, or if you just wanted to look cool by pretending to chew tobacco. We all remember the fun, the good times, and the oh so goodness that was Big League Chew. So here's to you Big League Chew and all the memories of being a kid.