Monday, September 27, 2010
Take Me Out To the Ballgame, Buy Me Food, and Let's Go Home
Now, one thing you should know about Zane:
"I am not into sports."
So, knowing this, I wasn't sure how the outing would go.
That evening, we simply told Zane to grab his jacket, because he and Daddy were headed out and the evening was a cool one.
Harper and I stayed in Beaver, grabbed some sushi, a little gelato, and settled in at home to watch "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" (thumbs down from her - said the books were better - be still my heart), and a few episodes of the Gilmore Girls (don't freak out - I'll explain this in a later post).
The game started at 7:05 and as baseball games can go on for a ridiculously long time, I didn't think Zane would last the entire game.
I was right. They returned home at 9:45. Zane lasted four innings and was out cold.
The next morning, I was anxious to get the report.
With blue stained lips he enthusiastically described the evening to me.
"We went to a Pirates game! I got a hot dog, a BIG pretzel, Sprite, and cotton candy!"
"How was the game?"
"I don't know. I got a blue slushie, too! I still don't like playing sports, but I like watching them."
Unless you count eating as a sport.
If you do, then Z is MVP.