Right before our big visit to the Midwest, we took Benjamin out to enjoy his first baseball game. Granted, it was minor league and the Braves lost, but it was still a very successful outing. My parents were in town that weekend and Benjamin loved sitting on Grandma's lap while Grandpa explained the fundamentals of the game. And while he didn't get to have the classic "peanuts and Cracker Jack," he did have dinner at the game (a bit complicated with no high chair, but worked OK) and enjoyed feeding himself "puffies" while we had our peanuts.
I know you all think I'm crazy, but I think he actually was watching the game at times. When he'd hear the crack of the bat, he'd look towards the field and watch what was going on. He also did a lot of people watching (which is one of my favorite things to do at baseball games, too). I hope this has prepared him for his first major league game later this year when we'll go up to Baltimore to see the Blue Jays.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
