Trip to the ballgame
I took the boys to their second baseball game yesterday – and it reminded me of why I used to be such a rabid baseball fan. It was a great game (Braves vs. Astros, 10-1 final); the weather was great, and the seats were amazing (4th row, about 20 feet away from the Braves dugout). Lance Berkman was playing 1st base for the Astros, and Glenn Hubbard was the 1st base running coach for the Braves.
Spencer LOVED the game. William had to be continually bribed with food (and then cotton candy).
I also experienced a great moment of ‘post-racial’ enlightenment during the game. One of the intra-inning audience engagement promotions included a ‘dance off’ between two fans. One of the dancers was a white guy (in a red shirt), the other was a black guy (in a white shirt). After they finished dancing, the crowd cheered to reflect their votes. The white guy (named Donny, according to the announcer) was the winner. Spencer had been watching this on the screen, but was confused about the outcome.
Spencer: So who won, dad?
Me: Donny.
Spencer: Oh, the red guy?
At the ballgame