A few weeks ago Beth shot me an email saying that she and Dave were bringing Jamie and Carter down for a baseball game. Tom had to work and the game was right during naptime, so we made it a girlie event. Neko, Ellery and I loaded up and headed to the Big City. We had to park about a zillion miles away, so we missed the beginning of the game, but we finally settled into some seats.
While we were there, I wasn’t sure if Neko had a good time. She was a bit shy around Beth and Dave and she didn’t even know the rules of the game. But she ate an enormous bag of popcorn and a serving of Dippin’ Dots. Jamie and Carter even let her eat some of their cotton candy, which may have been a life-changing experience, since she’s still talking about it. We spent a good amount of time walking in the stadium and soaking up the vibe.
I don’t like baseball, but I like baseball games. I love the cheap seats. I love that it’s such a family affair, with kids everywhere. I love those big pretzels with mustard. I especially love night games where it’s just a little bit chilly and the lights make everything have these surreal saturated colors.
As we tried to beat the rain on the way to the car, Neko looked up at me and said, “Mom, I really liked that baseball game.”
Me, too.