Yesterday, my son was so excited for baseball. As soon as he woke up, he wanted to read If You Give a Dog a Donut (the dog plays baseball and hits a homerun). He put on his 2015 World Series t-shirt. He played baseball more than he had on any day during the offseason. 

  
By the way, sooner or later Mommy is going to stop Daddy from allowing this to happen. He’s starting to hit some real line drives and he hit me in the shoulder yesterday.  I’m not too proud to admit it stung a little. 

Before the game started, my wife and I agreed he could stay up a little later to watch some of the game. We got in front of the TV to watch the game. To make it fun, we sang “Take Me Out to the Ballgame” while he was on his piano while we were waiting for the game to start. And we waited, and we waited, and we waited . . . .

We waited 40 minutes before first pitch. We were past his bedtime before the game even started. 

Even though I knew I was going to pay for it, I let him stay up a little longer than intended. He curled up next to me on the couch, and I was able to describe to him more in detail what was happening. I had to explain AGAIN that no, we cannot throw our toys, but yes, we can throw a baseball. 

We waited until his new favorite player, Michael Conforto, came to bat. He didn’t disappoint by getting on base with a walk. After that, it was off to bed. My son got to watch one and a half innings. Note, he did sneak into the bedroom later to watch some more of the game. He fell asleep watching the game with me. Even with a frustrating 4-3 loss, I have to say it wasn’t all bad. 

My son still loves baseball. He still wants to watch games with me. Now, that the games are moving to SNY and away from ESPN, he might actually get to watch some of it.