We're with Him

I am not even going to pretend that we're VIP enough to be invited to watch a Texas Rangers game in the style and comfort of a private suite on Memorial Day weekend on our own...

Nope, we have our son's connections to thank for that...

His friend's parents had some extra tickets for the game today. The first baseball game for both boys, by the way. The suite was generously provided by the dad's company and I suspect it was supposed to be a team-bonding event. There were a few of our friend's co-workers, their families... and us, but no one seemed to mind that we tagged along. Everyone enjoyed fussing and playing with the kids and our son's little pal seemed to like having a playmate.

It was sort of odd making small talk within a work environment that wasn't my own, but with a few years of schmoozing under my belt, I managed. I probably could have made more of an effort to socialize, but having an active and curious toddler makes that rather difficult...

As for the game, all I know is that we were playing the Boston Red Sox, I got to eat my obligatory ballpark hot dog, and the Rangers were ahead when we left... and that was fine by me

What? There's a baseball game going on... I thought I was just having to feed and take care of our son in yet another location.

Seriously, though. I was perfectly content just hanging out with my friend and seeing how much my son was enjoying himself. He had fun hanging on to the railing, dancing to the music, and watching the people below from atop his luxury view. I occasionally had to knock the half eaten peanut shell or sunflower seed found on the ground out of his hands, but that's just a typical active and curious toddler at work. I wonder if this is just a "boy" thing, or if little girl toddlers are the same way...

He was very well behaved for the first half of the game, but by the bottom of the fifth inning, he was nearing the edge of his stamina. I decided to take our "seventh inning stretch" a little early and walk the concourse with him. There, I was shocked to learn (although I don't know why...) that imported beer was a mere dollar more than water. How is that fair? There was also a little makeshift bar, where some Red Sox fans with thick Boston accents were heckling people and shouting some rather "colorful" things to say about someone's sister...

I was almost tempted to get an ice cream sundae (to share with my son, of course...), when we ran into our friends and my husband who had been looking for us. Apparently, their son had had enough baseball for one afternoon, thankyouverymuch, and was quite ready to head home. Although they offered to let us stay and enjoy rest of the game, we decided it was a good idea to do the same...

That was the best call of the game since our son was fast asleep in his stroller before we even reached our car.

Even though we had to leave early and I missed the entire game, I must say that it was a Sunday afternoon well spent.