My dad and I have one thing in common: Love of Sports. Hockey, baseball, football.
I remember going to all these baseball games with my daddy when I was little. I thought I was the coolest kid because my daddy would take me all the time. The first time we went to the Metrodome I was amazed at the size. I was in awe of the whole aspect. I got to have cokes and hotdogs, peanuts, whatever my heart desired. And he was all too willing to do anything to make his little girl happy....not much has changed, he still spoils me rotten....but he's got another little girl to spoil, too....his granddaughter.
On Saturday night, the Yankees were in town. We decided to get in the car and go down to the game. My daughter was wound up all day. She could barely wait until 4:00 when it was time to go. She was dressed and ready at 8 a.m. Finally, we got down there.
We got into our seats and I looked at my beautiful daughter. She had that same look on her face that I did my first time. All those people, the fun and excitement in the air. It was amazing. Not only did she sit through the whole game without causing too much trouble (with help from the cotton candy) she got to see the catcher hit his first homerun...an inside the park homerun...and she got to see the Twins win.
If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading. I think that we sometimes take for granted these little events. I don't think I'll ever forget the time Juan Berenguer (sp?) was throwing balls up to us...shit, that was a long time ago. I won't forget the time our pitcher walked a Toronto Bluejay and he tripped as he got to the base. And I definitely won't forget that look on my daughter's face.
Anyone else have a happy story to share?
I remember going to all these baseball games with my daddy when I was little. I thought I was the coolest kid because my daddy would take me all the time. The first time we went to the Metrodome I was amazed at the size. I was in awe of the whole aspect. I got to have cokes and hotdogs, peanuts, whatever my heart desired. And he was all too willing to do anything to make his little girl happy....not much has changed, he still spoils me rotten....but he's got another little girl to spoil, too....his granddaughter.
On Saturday night, the Yankees were in town. We decided to get in the car and go down to the game. My daughter was wound up all day. She could barely wait until 4:00 when it was time to go. She was dressed and ready at 8 a.m. Finally, we got down there.
We got into our seats and I looked at my beautiful daughter. She had that same look on her face that I did my first time. All those people, the fun and excitement in the air. It was amazing. Not only did she sit through the whole game without causing too much trouble (with help from the cotton candy) she got to see the catcher hit his first homerun...an inside the park homerun...and she got to see the Twins win.
If you've gotten this far, thanks for reading. I think that we sometimes take for granted these little events. I don't think I'll ever forget the time Juan Berenguer (sp?) was throwing balls up to us...shit, that was a long time ago. I won't forget the time our pitcher walked a Toronto Bluejay and he tripped as he got to the base. And I definitely won't forget that look on my daughter's face.
Anyone else have a happy story to share?