Baseball, Hot Dogs, Apple Pie, and a New Chevrolet Camaro

That's The End Of The Game, Folks Despite my friends’ predictions to the contrary, I didn’t gorge myself into a critical-care bed at the local emergency room. But it’s safe to say I don’t think I can live on hot dogs and pie on a daily basis. I’m certain my wallet can’t exactly sustain repeated (and regular) trips to a major league ball park, and I can hardly bear to eye the leftover pie slices lurking my fridge -- delicious though they may be. But -- finicky clutch, cramped trunk, and eight-cylinder fuel consumption aside -- I could potentially live with this Camaro day-in, day-out. Is it perfect? No. Like many Americans (including myself), weight is a hurdle, as is consumption. The EPA estimates I’d shell out roughly $2817 in fuel annually, and that isn’t accounting for the propensity for my right foot to touch the floorboard. But it oozes charisma, packs a unique personality, and is quite a comfortable cruiser -- so long as you’re not packed into the narrow rear seat. The Camaro won’t be everything to everyone, but for those looking to recapture some of the magic that made the Camaro a hit in its heyday, the new car is undoubtedly a home run -- at least with me. ROAD TRIP BOX SCORE

Total driving distance: 735 miles
Number of games attended: Four
Number of hometeam victories: One
Slices of pies consumed: Four
Number of hot dogs consumed: Five
Gallons of gasoline consumed: 37.6 gallons (est.)
Calories consumed per mile driven: Ugh. Please don’t ask…