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.
And Brian and I must be doing something right, because now the Critter is telling everyone about how we went to see a Red Sox game.
Linked up at Hobo Mama, I Thought I Knew Mama, Farmer’s Daughter, and the Natural Parents Network.
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That’s awesome! Happy days of summer.
That really does sound like the perfect first baseball game experience. The Critter looks so proud holding his fly ball!
He looks absolutely delighted!