Baseball First

Postseason baseball is here in Texas, and we were of the first to help cheer on the Rangers! (Well, we actually arrived late to the game on Friday afternoon. Kevin dropped us off at the gate and parked miles away, missing the first two innings due to the long walk.) After our morning at the State Fair, we napped a bit then headed for the Ballpark. Linc has been to lots of games in his short little life, but Beau hadn't made his debut yet. Pops joined us to offer an extra set of hands and a huge helping of patience! I don't know if Pops knew what he was getting into!

Beau was really good for the first four innings . . . until I went in search of a hot dog. He doesn't do that well if Mommy's not holding him right now, so he was having some separation anxiety. The noise and crowd didn't seem to bother him, and he made friends with the people around us by being so sweet and smiley.
After Lincoln's experience with a big pretzel at the fair that morning, he decided he needed to compare the Ballpark pretzel. He and Pops walked FOREVER trying to find one, but they were both pleased with the result. There was plenty of talk about strikes, hitting, catching, etc between those two. The ladies around us enjoyed Lincoln cheering on each Ranger batter. "Go Kins-el-aw" (at the top of his lungs) was their favorite!

Daddy finally made it in - what a trek! He and Beau chilled for a few minutes for a pic. Neither of us managed to find a nice grilled hot dog, as they've moved around the booths for playoff games. (WHY????) We settled for a fake chef, whose hat was WAY to big, dolling out roast beef sliders and fries.

We called it quits in the 8th inning due to child(ren) meltdown and Rangers meltdown. Instead of hiking up to the car, we paid a golf cart driver $15 to carry us. Totally. Worth. It. Thanks to Pops for suffering through (and not watching much of) the first playoff game so the boys could go.