Last Minute Baseball Game with Berkeley
Our neighbors Art and Valine called me up today and asked me if I
wanted to take a couple of tickets for the Mariner game tonight.
I graciously accepted and took Berkeley. We got a late start and
listened to the game while we motored along I-90. Berkeley seemed
to be listening intently. When the starting lineups were
announced he asked me if each of the names were Mariners or not.
I explained to him that they go through one team and then the
next. Later in the drive, Berkeley heard a name ("Vidro").
"Dad, is Vidro a Mariner?"
"Yes, Berkeley, he is.", I responded.
"Then let's cheer for Vidro, ok Dad?"
(a slight pause)
"Vidro! Vidro! Vidro!" he chanted from his booster seat in the
back.
The exchange was humorous to me because I typically watch the
games in stoic silence - I reserve my cheers and applause for the
big moments in the game... that's just how I am. So I have no
idea where Berkeley picked this up from... it's baffling.
After arriving at the Safe, we purchased a hot bag of peanuts,
a licorice rope, and the monster-sized lemon-lime soda. We then
settled down into our seats and pretty much remained there for
the entire game. At the beginning I was shelling the peanuts and
placing them in my palm for him to eat. After a couple of innings
he wanted to crack them himself. He asked me to help get the
peanuts started - I would give a peanut a good squeeze and hand it
over to him. Then he would concentrate on prying the two halves
apart, picking away the
peanut shell to get the nut, and then shuck the peanuts of their
skins.
He dropped quite a few at first, but
got better as the game progressed.
I probably watched Berkeley more than I watched the game... I
didn't watch him in the sense that he needed to be looked after,
but I watched him in contemplation as an observer might inspect a
small beautifully formed flower in the midst of a landscape of
chaotic vegetation. I watched his hands and fingers and they
fumbled with one peanut after the next. I watched his facial
expressions as he reacted to the crowd noise and the ball game
being played in front of him. I watched his eyes and beheld the
field of view that he was inspecting; it was reflected perfectly
in his blue-green irises. I could tell he was enjoying himself.
As did I; it was a good night out with my son.
Random Wednesday Picture
I took this picture today. They weren't doing anything but
watching the TV, but I was marvelling at how big they have
grown... they both tower over Olivia.
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