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First Ballgame

At sixteen months old, Patrick has been introduced to baseball ... Reds versus Pirates, last night.

Papap and I drove down with Patrick to Cincinnati to meet Mama and Grandma (they were at a conference).

It was Patrick's first game, so he got a First Visit Certificate ... pretty cool. We had tickets in left-field ... good location, but they included free hotdogs, popcorn, peanuts, and drinks! With a son that loves hotdogs and popcorn, he was in heaven, even before we threw in all the other stuff ...

It was 9/11, so there were a variety of military, law enforcement, and emergency services present ... very cool! There were parachutists from the US Army, 101st Airborne ... Patrick's head was pointing straight up for almost ten minutes.

There were fireworks ... not a lot, just enough to make Patrick nervous ... yet able to enjoy the show.

The game was great and having my whole family there enjoying it with me was even better.

I have to tell the story about the food, before I forget ...

I got three hotdogs ... figuring Patrick and I could knock them out. Once I got to the seat, I realized I needed a drink for Patrick. Off I went ... by the time I got back, all the hotdogs were gone. Jen simply stated that she thought I got them for all of us ... I suppose I did. So, off I went again.

This time, when I got to the vendors, I told them that my wife and son finished off the first batch so they gave me four this time. Long story short, I got one and had to make another run ... getting a few more 'dogs and some popcorn ... apparently that was a hit too and I had to make another run for more popcorn.

Asked to get beer, as well ... I was shocked but not surprised that we had to pay for the beer (I won't even mention prices). One beer and some popcorn later, I found I only had one more bathroom run to make ... so, five runs up and down the stairs (I did get to watch most of the game) later, I had an awesome night that I will remember for a long time.

And, one final note ... I slept very well after all the steps ...
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Location: Columbus, OH, USA

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