Last Friday night, Brad, Deirdre, and I went to the Figli di San Gennaro, which is a carnival that takes over Little Italy once a year. Imagine the tiny, crowded streets of Little Italy, except now the streets are lined with booths, including the kind where you have to throw a baseball into a milk jug to win a prize, or throw a baseball at a target to dunk a clown, or throw a baseball to see how fast you can throw a baseball. They also had rides, including a Ferris Wheel, but those were really sketchy, so we stuck with side show attractions and fried oreos.