We had decided that Brendan didn’t need to go to a major league game this year. He’s two, and squirmy – and maybe he would enjoy it more next year. But then he started asking to take his baseball and bat with him whenever we went to the park, and he started doing a pitchers wind-up when he threw a ball (any ball… even his football). And then the Red Sox were in town playing the Giants. And Mommy is in a rare groove of spontaneity. So tonight, we took B to his first major league baseball game.
We talked about *maybe* going on the way to work, so I threw some gear and snacks into a bag (including warm clothes – it’s summer in San Francisco, afterall) and off we went. Brendan totally got it. He knew he was going to a baseball game – and although he said that we should go home and see the puppy before we went to the game, once we were driving he wanted all the people walking on the street to know what he was up to – Go Giants!
We got to the park with seemingly plenty of time – but there were certificates to pick up, t-ball games to play, and many stairs to climb – so we got to our seats just after the first pitch was thrown.
Our goal was three innings – and half way through the fourth, Brendan looked up at me and said, “I wanna go home”. So we cuddled up, waited for Grandma’s favorite player (Buster Posey) to bat one more time, and then we had the easiest exodus ever out of the ballpark.
In fact, we got home in time to see the Giants pull off the win on TV! We are a mixed family, we cheer for both Boston and SF – but it’s root, root, root for the home team. GO GIANTS!