Play Ball!!

Otto, the Spokanasaurus.

Last night we went to a Spokane Indians baseball game. We love going to the games and usually go a few times a year. We hadn't gone yet this year and had just been talking about it when some friends from church called and offered to take our family with them. (Thanks, Ivan and Sally!) The senior group from church was going and had a few extra seats. Our family was thrilled and readily accepted. So the five of us and my nephew, Aidan, were off to the game yesterday evening. The boys all had their mitts ready for foul balls and were in a hurry to be one of the first 1000 fans so that they could get a set of Indians baseball cards. Adam kept asking if we were going to be there in time to get the cards. I assured him that we would. He said that it would be bad if we were #999. I told him it would be worse to be #1001. He agreed.

We got there in time to watch the team warm up and the boys were able to take their cards down to the field to get a few signed. They thought that was great and were very polite. I was also impressed by the players. They were kind and patient with all the kids as they flipped through their cards trying to find the right one. It was all very exciting.

We had great seats on the first base line three rows from the field. We were sitting with the seniors (all of whom we love), and they were all so good to the kids. They helped Julianna up and down the steps by our seats and shared their peanuts and popcorn with us. We all rooted on the home team and cheered loudly when there was a home run. Josh even got a foul ball when it rolled near our seats and one of the players tossed it to him. And he was able to have three players sign it after the game when the boys got to go out on the field and run the bases. It was a great time with really great people.

On the field after running the bases.

Josh getting his ball signed.

We were thinking on the way home that our family has been to 5 (maybe 6) games and that Arrty and I have been to a few before the kids were born. And we all agreed that this was the best time yet.

So thanks to the seniors for letting us "youngsters" crash your outing. And thank you, thank you, thank you again to Ivan and Sally for the tickets!