We were worried at first when 5 large 20 something year olds from Canada sat in front of us. They immediately blocked Crispin's view, and they seemed intent on heckling the Mariners.
But, being Canadians, their heckling tended to be quite friendly and self-deprecating, and then they realized they were heckling their own team as much as the Mariners. They also handed Crispin a baseball from batting practice. Liam was tossed a batting practice baseball by a security guard.
This varied from the experience of the boys' GrandMaxine at some major sporting event--I think a hockey game--when a beer was dumped on her. This was years ago. When I was at Yale, I enjoyed sitting in the rough and tumble Yankee bleachers when the Yankees played the Minnesota Twins. I caught (on a bounce) a home run ball from the Twins and a beer thrown on me because I did not throw the ball back. I was young but not too young; it was warm; and found it enlivening to be baptised in this manner.
In any event, it seemed a pleasant environment for young children. Crispin was even able to fall asleep, at which point I had to stop demonstrating to Liam how to keep a baseball box score--something I haven't done for about 30 years or so; yet it all came back to me.
Last Friday the boys and I watched Balanchine's Midsummer Night's Dream--featuring the incidental music of Mendelsohhn--and Liam made favorable comparisons between the ballet experience and the baseball stadium.
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