I was so proud.  After three baseball games, I had plowed through a bag of dill pickle flavored sunflower seeds.  Plus, I had chomped away at a considerable amount of pistachios.  What really made this nut shucking impressive was the pile.

Through each inning of every game, I piled up the shells.  Little by little, I created a small mountain of sunflower seed remains.  I had done something.  Something strange.  Something kind of gross.  Still it was something impressive.  Impressive at least to me.  I knew how much effort went into eating those seeds.  I had really made my mark.

Grabbing my phone, I took this photo.

Then I looked at the photo and I was underwhelmed.  The pile did not look big, but it was.  Probably stood two feet tall, but you could not tell it from the camera angle.  Dang perspective not capturing the majesty of Sunflower Seed Mountain.

You’re just gonna have to trust me.  It was special.  Worthy of the sacrifices made by those many many seeds.  I know that I’m proud.  Proud and also done with sunflower seeds for a while.  Perspective or not, I’ve had my fill.