A few weeks back now, my sister Leslie was in town with Jeff and we all decided to head down to catch a baseball game in DC. It was Owen's first professional game and, most likely, his first game ever, but he was excited nonetheless.
Here we are walking into Nationals Park. It was hot and I'm not even sure I remember who the Nats were playing (I think the Brewers?).
We were up in the nosebleed section but it really didn't matter. We had some shade from the sun and a great view of the park. We couldn't see much that was going on and definitely couldn't see the ball, but O seemed to remember best how the pitcher would kick his leg up in the air before throwing the ball.
Actually, I may have just lied a little bit. I think what he remembered most what the gallon of soda that dad shared with him... and maybe the hot dog and ice cream (courtesy of auntie Leslie).
We surprisingly made it to the 5th inning when Owen looked at me and said, "Daddy, can we go home now?"
I'm proud of that boy!!
cool picture! ;)
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