It was Little League Day and Holden was invited to march on the field before the game with his team and the other players. We debated whether or not to do this since it required getting to the stadium nearly two hours before the first pitch. But figured if we didn't, and he found out about it from his teammates, there'd be hell to pay. As all things are with organized youth sports, the event was woefully unorganized. Holden separated from us, and his coach didn't ask for a ticket, meaning one of us had to wait for him. Because I had a sleepy, warm and noise-weary Riley around my neck, I finally bailed from the fence in the outfield to go to our seats, leaving Kevin to cheer Holden on and take lots of pictures.
Except, just before the parade, they shoo'd all the parents away. So while I was watching from our nosebleed seats the little orange dot with the blue No. 8 that was Holden, Kevin and the other parents who were waiting for the kids didn't see them march at all. Brilliant.
Before we got to our seats, Riley heard ... a noise. As he had at the air show and NASCAR races last year, he spent the next several hours with his hands over his ears. He doesn't get the irony that he's the loudest thing around, and to be scared of the announcer on the loud speaker ofrthe cheer of the crowd is silly.
We didn't expect to make it through the game. It was warm, it was during Riley's nap time and we were all a little testy. Despite that, though, I think Kevin, Holden and I had a good time watching some of the game. And the kids ate chocolate malts, which was a highlight for them. Holden tried a half a peanut, so there was a little victory there for me.
We ended up leaving during the 7th Inning Stretch after a round of Take Me Out to the Ballgame. On the radio on the way home, we heard Manny Ramirez was added to the line-up and listened as he hit a homerun in the 8th inning. Of course.
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