MLB

I took Mason to his first Major League Baseball game. I grew up outside Philadelphia and now live in Boston, so my sporting life is not easy. I made a deal with my wife, who is from this area, that the boys can be raised Red Sox fans, but must cheer on the Phildelphia Eagles (is that considered abuse?)

First, Fenway must pump something in to the air so no matter how much food a child eats, they are always hungry.....first a hot dog, then an ice cream in a helmet, then a giant soft pretzel...then the words "I'm still hungry"......That park should have a line to donate blood so I can pay for all the food he ate.

Thanks to the Wii, Mason had to tell me that these baseball players had legs and got to hold a real bat. Thanks Nintendo!!!

Going to an event like this with my boy is like spending time with the Riddler.....How many people are at Fenway, what is a ball vs a strike, why did the man two rows behind us yell "You suck" to the other teams' pitcher.
Did I mention that the first pitch was at 7:00pm? So, around the middle of the fourth inning, Mason looks at me and tells me he is tired and ready to go. Even with all of this, he got to see Manny before he got traded, he got to yell Yooook, and he got to eat his first hot dog and a real ballpark. Thanks MLB.