I finally gave up on the idea that the boys’ first baseball game should be at Fenway Park. Instead, on Sunday afternoon we took the Q train to Coney Island for a Cyclones game.
My favorite moment was when everyone started singing “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” at the seventh-inning stretch. We’ve been singing that song to the Critter since he was hardly a year old. He just stared at me with those big eyes of his and sang along, surprised to learn that an entire ballpark of people know the song, too.
Oh, and you know that cliché where your dad catches a foul ball for you during your first baseball game? Yup, did that.