Peanuts and Crackerjacks

Mom, Dad, Terry, Wyatt, and I went to our first game at Citi field to see the Mets.  The age difference between Wyatt and my Dad considerable shrunk the closer we got to the baseball diamond.  It was like Dad regressed to an 8 year old receiving his first bike on Christmas morning.  I haven't seen him that happy and giddy since he shaved off his mustache.  I don't care much about baseball or keep up with anything.  I still say my favorite Met is Daryl Strawberry who hasn't played for them in about 20 years.  Its the only last name as a 5 year old that I could pronounce. And I still found myself caught in the hysteria of Citi Field, smiling myself stupid as we reached the pristine entrance.

Wyatt, of course, was amazing.  He freaked out a little when Terry and I were elbowing our way though the crowd to get in and security made Terry put Wyatt down so they could baton him.   This look of panic crossed Wyatt's face and was on the brink of tears thinking we might loose him.  As soon as he was safe back in Terry's arms, he was fine.  He was overall amazed by the lights, the grandeur, the french fries, and my Dad's Mets hat.  Wyatt refused to take the hat off the entire car ride in.  Every time I tried to take it off he would wake up from his car induced slumber and start crying.  A true fan at a year old.

After he got bored watching the game, Terry and I took turns running him around the grandstand.  Literally going from one side of the stadium to another.  I got the layout down, located every concession stand and bathroom, and probably saw more of Citi Field then Dad did.   When the fans started doing the wave around the stadium, of course we joined in.   It went completely around about 6 times before being stopped by a good play on the field.  Wyatt was thrilled and cracked up every time we jumped up in our seats.  God knows what he thought we were doing.  We stayed until the top of the 9th before deciding Wyatt was going to fall asleep standing up.  Once at the car, I got him into his pajamas guaranteeing he would be out in 2 seconds.  We reached our exit of the LIE, edging 11:45 pm, and he was still awake.  Ah, the excitement of your first ball game.