Tuesday evening, the Waggoner family headed out for Boise for an evening of laughter, delicious hot pretzels, fluffy cotton candy, cold drinks, and...oh yeah, baseball. Trey and Kassady had never been to a baseball game, so Lori and I took them to a Boise Hawks game. The Hawks are a farm club for the Chicago Cubs and are leading their division in the race for the Northwest League Championship. It was a great game! Trey was so psyched to be at the game he could hardly take everything in. Sensory overload. He was jumping up and down for the abnormally slow, off-pitch version of the National Anthem that seems to plague minor league ballparks. By the time the first pitch was thrown he was frothing at the mouth.
You know, the funny thing about Trey is his obsession with the technical. He enjoyed watching the players hit and all that, but he was absolutely enthralled with the scoreboard and keeping track of everything that was going on. He kept informing me of all the statistics of the game, what the pitch count was, who was up, and all that. Trey missed half of the action trying to keep up with what was going on the board. One of our players smashed a home run and Trey was up screaming and jumping around. Then, he turned around and said, "Hey, Dad. Where did he hit it?" He was watching the scoreboard flash "Home Run!!" and missed it completely. He's a funny guy.
The Hawks just mutilated the Spokane Indians 9-4, which thrilled Trey to no end. In fact, the Indians took an early lead and Trey turned to me, lip quivering, and said, "You mean the home team can lose?" It shook his confidence early. But the boys came through. It was a perfect night for baseball and we had terrific seats behind home plate. The popcorn was awful, the pretzels were good, the cotton candy was better. We loved it all!
Trey takes a moment out of his time checking the box score to cheese for the camera.
Just as I was snapping this picture of Kassady, she slipped through the seat, trapping her legs. The next few minutes were spent gingerly extracting her feet. She screamed loudly, of course.
Trey posed with the Boise mascot, Humphrey the Hawk. He thought it was the mascot for our favorite restaurant, Red Robin.
Now, tonight, Lori, Marc, Talisha, Dustin, Angie, and myself are off to see the season-opener of the Boise State Broncos. The Smurf turf awaits.
3 comments:
mistaking humphrey for red robins is perfectly common. i myself have thought this many a times. it was after reading this post that i realized he wasn't the mascot for red robins. thank you keith for pointing me in the right direction.
Tell Trey he looks pretty important standing there!!! By the way, haven't I seen that hat before?????
I'm sorry Kassady was hurt, but isn't this an absolutely darling picture???!!!!
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