There is something very special (and fun) about a baseball game. There is the smell of concessions, the feel of sun on your head, and the excitement of the crowd. Families are having fun, couples are experiencing first dates, children are jubilant. There is a sense of common patriotism as you remove your hat, hold your hand over your heart, and sing the â€œStar Spangled Banner.â€
Joshua, Caleb, and I went to a Frederick Keys game tonight, and it was their first. They had millions of questions and I did my best to explain everything. There was so much â€œnewnessâ€ that they sat very still, looked, asked questions, and never even got out of their seat.
At the end of the second inning it began to rain, so we went under cover. We bought popcorn (which was awfully stale), a Pepsi drink, chicken tenders, and fries. We leaned against the wall, huddled with hundreds of others escaping the rain and ate. We laughed, talked about the game so far, and answered even more questions.
Eventually the rain stopped and we watched the grounds crew remove the ground cover tarp, and then put it back again. I decided it was time to go, when there was no sign of the game resuming and it looked like another front was coming.