Babe Ruth was always my most challenging day of Mission Week. I'm not what you call . . . sporty. In fact, baseball was the only sport I could ever kind of sort of get into and apparently it's the worst (if you ask a sport person). But I do love this look. The referee-esque pants and most importantly, the sweatshirt was my Grampa's. And I only break it out on special occasions because I don't ever want to have to wash it and lose the smell. I miss him so much.