
Today was my first baseball game. I went to see the Oakland A's play the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim and our team may have lost in points scored but we definitely won in having the less dumb name. I wore my Athletics onesie and daddy lent me his A's hat to wear until I get one in my own size. We cheered very loud for our team. GO A'S!!! And we sang lots of songs. TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME! This is me and daddy singing. Silly mommy forgot her camera so it's just a crummy picture from her phone, but at least it's something to memorialize this very special day: my introduction to a sport centered around whacking things with other things (which I happen to love) that I'm sure I will grow up to be as obsessed with as my daddy. So far, I sure like the part where we yell from the stands. I am good at yelling. YAY BASEBALL!
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I wish I loved baseball. I really do try to love it, but there is just too much standing around. I hope Jack will grow up to be a fantastic baseball player. I'm not sure M will be. He thinks way too much about everything - not good when you have to get the ball to first quickly.
How's this for amazing: I had a dream last night that I was reading the baseball box scores in the newspaper, and Jack had just pitched his first big-league game! He pitched very well and left with a lead after 7 innings (to save his baby arm, I assume), but the relievers gave up several runs and his team (the A's I presume) lost, so Jack got a no-decision. Take me out to the ballgame!
Love,
Grandpa Bill
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