Baseball has NEVER been a favorite sport of mine. I've always found the game a little slow (i.e. boring to watch), impossible to play (it is hard to see the ball pitched towards you if you won't wear your glasses), and slightly resented the fact that baseball is considered the "American" sport... instead of football (which I've LOVED since I was 5 or 6 years old).Now, maybe, just maybe, I finally understand a little the draw of a good baseball game. I know Jonathan and Mary thought it was a great way to spend an afternoon and evening.
Mary Michelle even started cheering for the Tigers as what turned out to be a very exciting game spilled over into extra innings.Jonathan was happy as long as his tummy was full (although we shared a pizza instead of a hotdog to quiet the rumbling of his tummy) and as long as Mary Michelle wasn't trying to steal his ballcap! The icing on the cake~ ~coming from behind in the 9th to tie up the game, to win it an extra inning.
The best moment of the afternoon, however, came somewhere around the the 6th or 7th inning, when Jonathan leaned over to ask his daddy a very important question:"Daddy, when are the tigers going to come out and play? All I've seen so far are humans."