Take me out to the ballgame!

When I was a little girl my parents let us go to a lot of baseball games.  We were fortunate enough to have a minor league team in town and many businesses would sponsor the team and give away free tickets.  My dad recently told me that one year the team had something like 35 home games and we were at something like 28 games.  It was a good time for us.  I learned the game and got the chance to see players move up, some eventually playing in the majors and a few lucky guys made it into the World Series.

The team we have now is a part of a sort of "last chance" kind of league.  The guys give the game everything they have but they don't have a particularly great record.  But they do know how to get people out to the ballpark.  (I have to note here that as much as my husband loves sports, baseball is not his game.  Sad, isn't it?  But this explains the gaping hole in my children's cultural experiences)

A couple of nights ago our youngest was asked if she wanted to go to one of their games with a friend and her family.  She said yes.  When she got home she was sooooo excited.  She had gotten to go out on the field to run the bases.  She got to hang out after the game and get autographs.  She even got a baseball from the team and they signed it.  She was in heaven!

And she was especially excited that we had tickets for the very next day for a game too.  The team was celebrating a "heroes" day for military personnel.  My dad picked up a bunch of tickets for us but unfortunately, after we got into the park the rain started.  And it didn't not stop, which was good because we definitely needed rain.  But it meant that our perfect 4th of July game had to be postponed to the next night for a doubleheader!

It was hideously hot for the doubleheader.  We arrived late which was fine with me as it was going to be a long night.  We lost the first game but came back to win the second.  The girls (mostly) enjoyed the game.  At the end our youngest ran the bases again.  Such a sight to see.  My baby girl running the bases on a field where I spent so many evenings when I was her age.

As Cary Grant would say "good stuff."