Take me out to the ball game

Joshy and I were able to take in a baseball game this evening just the two of us. Even though my last game was merely a year ago, I am always swept away by how much I enjoy an afternoon of baseball. I sat with Joshy and started to walk through the rules of the game. The pitcher. The batter. The catcher. The red shirts. The white shirts. The foul ball coming straight at our heads.

Apparently one of my coworkers' children go to school with Joshy and apparently this kid pushed him down. How do I know this? From Joshy saying at the top of his lungs, "You want to know who pushed me down?" and then turning around, pointing his finger. "HIM" We then discussed the concept of forgiving and letting it go.

Ultimately our team lost and we streamed out of the ballpark, two faces in a crowd. Having such a great time with him, I decided that we could walk across the street to get some ice cream. The weather was warm but still breezy and as we walked through the courtyard, there was live music and a man who made Joshy a balloon pirate sword. We stepped into the ice cream shoppe and waited in line while Joshy showed off his pirate skills. It wasn't more than three minutes when I hear a single clap of thunder and turn around to see the rain begin to whip past the windows. It came from nowhere and with the trees bending in the wind, it looked like the fallback hurricane shot you see on news channels in movies. All I could think was it is pouring, I am here with Joshy and two cups of ice cream and my car is about a mile away. Thankfully, I had shared the wealth with my sister and brother-in-law and scored them tickets to the evening game and they happened to be driving in and Joshy and I only had to run two minutes in the rain to hitch a ride to our car. That could have ended much...wetter. Joshy is usually a baby when it comes to getting wet and he was entirely great about it.

We got home and he ran in to show John Nathan the foul ball. From the way he cheered along with me, I am genuinely hoping that I can pass on a bit of my love of baseball to him.