I love the way that they'll stare slack-jawed at their first baseball game with wide eyes and a mitt on their hand, soaking in the crack of the bat and the crunch of the peanuts and the smell of the hotdogs.
Adoro come guardano a bocca aperta la loro prima partita di baseball con gli occhi spalancati e il guantone in mano, assorti nel guardare battute, sgranocchiare arachidi e annusare il profumo degli hotdog.