We had great seats. Marco’s eyes were bright seeing his
favorite players from TV and, of course, Lou Seal. He couldn’t believe his good fortune that he
got to eat a hot dog, peanuts and cracker jacks and spent the first part of the
game tracking the cotton candy guy. We
told him he could choose a treat in the fourth inning and he was pretty
panicked they’d run out of the four color sugar bomb that’s made for four
5-year olds. Alas, they had enough for
him.
He was very disappointed that he didn’t catch a foul ball, but
was thrilled that he was tall enough to slide the Big Guzzler!
We spent an inning riding all the slides and our
last two innings in the bleachers.
Always a man of the people, I think he preferred the bleachers because of
all the yelling and the batters would “for sure hit a home run to the bleachers.”
Cold, windy, down by five runs, 10:30 p.m. and the top of
the 9th…. we packed it in. “Why
aren’t we staying until the end?” Good
fan.
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