Here is a picture of a boy dreaming he will become a player out there some day. At least that is what I hope he was thinking. Probably, if we could get a glimpse in his mind, it would go something like this. "I wish I could have some more of that popcorn. Man, I love lemondade. That drink is sure good. Why in the world am I standing around here staring at this fence like this." Then he proceeds to run around again causing havoc on every half-drunk beer drinking trying to get back to his seat without spilling too much.
