Take me out to the ball game…

Today was a first for me. Daddy, papa Kolias, and I went to my first baseball game – the Frisco Roughriders. And while we had pretty good seats, I was excited to use my new binoculars that papa gave me. It was pretty hot so we didn’t stay too long, but we had a good time and ate some hot dogs and peanuts. I tell ya, that Harry Caray guy may have been on to something when he use to sing “Take me out to the ball game” all the time.

And you know what, doing guy stuff is pretty cool and doing them with daddy is even better. I’m trying to get him to take me to the Cowboys, but that may be a little ways off. He may want to wait until he is sure I would stay through the whole game before dishing out all that cash first.

America’s past time

Daddy said it was time for me to learn a new game. He said it was known as America’s past time – baseball. It didn’t take long for me to pick it up. Daddy told me that I already know how to run. I know how to swing – and I make contact with the ball or the stand almost all the time. He told me all I had to do was put them all together in a certain sequence. I think I did a pretty good job.

My daddy said we needed to get real bases as some point, but that we would play it hood style – with a truck, chair, and tree as bases. Uh dad, didn’t you go to private school and live in Lake Highlands? How hood is that????

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