Last night what's left of the family at home (four of us, normal size but abnormal composition) went to the Bees game, the local AAA affiliate. A dramatic game which the Bees won 6-5 in the last of the 9th. Featured a great throw by Nick G___, from right field--on the money from about 300 feet to catch the runner tagging from third, but the umpire blinked and called him safe so the home crowd could both cheer heartily and boo lustily over one play.
Sam learned to keep score, which now separates him from 99% of all baseball fans, and can now look down from his lofty perch of being a true afficionado. Unfortunately, while he was scoring a ball bounced nearly at his feet and a grandma in the row in front of us got it. I could have dove over her and beat her to it but that would have been bad manners. Besides, I might have injured myself.
Rebecca and Lanee were good sports, despite only a mild interest in the on-field proceedings. At a particularly crucial moment in the game Lanee asked, "I wonder how much the Bee (mascot) makes."
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