Oh, nevermind.
Last night Wade experienced his first professional sporting event. The Chattanooga Lookouts are in town for their last home games of the season. So we forked over the $8 and took ourselves out to the ballgame.
Ian & Wade focused on the game; Syd on her PB&J.
A little coach in the making? Can’t you just see him pacing back and forth, leaning over the rail, spitting in the dirt then deciding to go ahead and trade pitchers.
Preparing to give a dissertation on the game of baseball.
Classic. Daddy & his boy at the ballfield.
I don’t think the Lookouts are really that great of a team…but the view from their stadium at sunset is awesome.
Things went pretty good at first…
And then these guys came out:
See those big tall character looking things. Not sure exactly how they work but they are like air suits with people inside (which by the way, I would love to do so if you have a connection, hook me up). They dance around and stuff. Anyway, the big tall pink guy came out alone first and challenged a player from the opposing team (sorry, I don’t even know who we played against) to a dance off. They went back and forth a few times and we all laughed. Then the air guy playfully tackled the player. Wade went biserk. I thought I had laughed too hard and scared him. Until later when another air guy came out and somehow gobbled one of the umps up into his suit. Then he would spit out the guy’s shoes and pants and whatnot. Again Wade lost it. I realized that he’s never really witnessed anything like that- one person attacking another. It was a sweet reminder of his innocent, tender heart.
Finally he fell asleep about the 5th or 6th inning:
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