…in the memory of my husband forever!
The first time he ever took his son to a baseball game.
Baseball is not only the only sport we love, but it is also the only sport we follow. To be perfectly honest, we are slightly snobby to other, in our minds, less classy sports. (Just name any sport, and you’re on the right track. I know, we’re snobs. Hint: We played tennis during the superbowl.)
Back to our night, our so so awesome night. We had 4 tickets, so we made some turkey burgers for our friends, pulling out every condiment we’ve ever had (even some that we forgot we had. Strawberry mustard from Carlsbad? Amish pepper jelly? I think my family uses condiments as stocking stuffers more often than the average family)
We loaded up two carseats in our car with tiny babies tucked in, and for the first time unfolded the “third row of seats,” in the way back. Leanne and I sat in the furthest row, feeling kind of like kids giggling.
Have I mentioned the Moby Wrap is amazing! The Tiny loves to kick his legs and smile at strangers, and thier tiny loves to be so cozy and nestled into mama. Little bundle faces!!
So here are some highlights of Finley at his very first baseball game. Yes, we are at the Padres games, but deep down in his soul, our Tiny is a true Cardinals fan, just like his papa. And despite being at the Padres games, that night he let his true fan colors come out for all to see!
The truth is, the Padres are just about in last place, and although they scraped by in this game, it wasn’t without many dropped balls and plays that I feel like I could have done better myself in my softball years (and I was no MVP). Luckily, if you are from another state, I’ll let you in on the secret: most San Diegans don’t really take too much stake in our sports. It’s more about the expereince and atmosphere at our awesome park.
But for us? Our best moments were the special memories made with our boy.