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something green, anyway

it was green. it was pulsing with all that baseball blood, all that crack-of-the-bat beating rhythm. it was a blast. jack was so excited. he kept telling us that he was "so happy!" i think, though, that what he was so happy about was not the green grass. not the crack of the bat. not the bottom of the 6th 6-run comeback by the home team. not the thud of the fastball in the catcher's mitt. no, he was excited about two things, mostly: food (and lots of it) and shrek.

yes, it was shrek night at the ballpark. it was the skinniest shrek i have ever seen (his ankles were the same diameter as my wrists!), but jack didn't care. he loved him. he wanted to watch him wherever he went. at least something green was attracting his attention.
the other thing that held his attention was the food. hot dog. chicken strips. french fries. sprite (or 'tea' as he calls it). and cotton candy as a treat for being a good boy.






and so we had a fun night at the ballpark, even if baseball wasn't the primary focus. nonetheless, for me, at least, it was fun to be daddy, with my family at a baseball game. i hope there are many, many more of those to come...

Comments

Emoly said…
no Cracker Jacks?
cathyq said…
where was cade?
greg. said…
they weren't selling cracker jacks. but, to be honest, cracker jacks are not my fave. i much prefer fiddle-faddle. it just doesn't fit into the song too well...

cade was at home. we figured he would sleep most of the time and a little crying alone wouldn't really hurt him.

ok, someone was watching him. (judy goodwin, the senior pastor's wife).
Emoly said…
I felt a little NJ homesick... I've seen a Patriots game (actually two). *sigh* Miss you guys!
Mary said…
Jack and I have something in common! My favorite thing about baseball games is the FOOD TOO!! though i also enjoy the cookies and cream icecream in the cup. were there any nachos or cheesy fries in the mix? it looks like you had fun! and what are the chances it was Shrek day! crazy go nuts.

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