With tickets and hot dogs only being $1 each, we decided to go to the local minor league game. It is a nice stadium, and was a lot of fun. The boys did pretty good, but did start loosing interest as time went on.
The one boy that did not loose interest....Grant. He watched the game intensely, even the warm-up passes between innings. It was hilarious to see the look in his eyes. It was if he had discovered meaning in his life, a reason to it all.
You see Grant LOVES balls. He will go around the house all day just throwing balls. If he can't find a ball, he'll find the next best thing, and since I don't like the dents that blocks put into my walls, I try to keep plenty of balls available. Grant has a pretty good throwing arm also, he can throw balls right to me, or at me if' I'm not paying attention.
The boys loved the mascot.
Luckily the stands were quite empty because Mikey insisted on sitting on seat # 5, and Roger on #4. Mikey's favorite player was #5, and Roger's was #4 (because of their ages). Imagine the excitement when all the bases were loaded and player #5 hit a home run. Doesn't get better than that.
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