Thursday, July 24, 2008

There's No Whining in Baseball...

...unless you're attending a game as part of Camp Stimey, that is. In that case, feel free to be as much of a jackass as you would like.

A while back the cop who lives across the street drove Sam to school one day because both Alex and I were too lazy to figure out when the bus arrives in the morning at an IEP meeting or some such thing. Like any good citizen, Sam put on his seat belt when put in the back of the police car.

(Shut up, I'm getting to the baseball.)

Later that night, the cop/dad came over and gave Sam a voucher for up to six free tickets to go see the local minor league baseball team, the Bowie Baysox, for doing, as the voucher said, "something right."

After calling the Baysox the Bosox (I'm well aware that Bowie Bosox makes no sense, thank you very much) for several months, we finally went to a game.

We cheerfully sat on a giant baseball:

We spent $9.75 on two hotdogs, french fries, and a bottle of water:

We rode the merry-go-round:

Wait. We rode the what now? Merry-go-round? Whose brilliant idea was it to put a goddamn "Kid Zone" at the ball park?

I mean the little dudes had a good time and all. In fact, the moonbounce attendant had to pull Jack out by his ankles. But what is the best way you can think of to ensure that my kids won't want to watch baseball?

Show 'em a Kid Zone.

They used up the four tickets each I bought them. Then I asked them, "Do you guys want to go watch more baseball?!"

Guess what they said?

We did eventually watch some of the game and even though they quite snottily claimed to not have had any fun at all (now is the time you all reassure me that all kids are assholes, and not just mine), I think they did.

They even played some baseball on the concrete diamond on the way back to the car.

Although when it was Jack's turn to "bat" he took off running for a tree instead of the painted base, so I'm thinking he didn't pay too much attention to the rules of baseball.

Come to think of it, I didn't pay too much attention to the game either. I don't know who won, I don't know what inning it was when we left, and frankly I don't even know what team the Bosox Baysox were playing. I did notice that they were wearing black uniforms. Or dark blue. Or purple.

Shit. Well they were for sure NOT naked, at least. And our team wore orange. And was named the Baysox.


  1. If they were naked, maybe I would be more interested in going to a game while I am here. I would pick the moonbounce instead any day of the week.

  2. When I go to a baseball game I wanna watch baseball! I hate those kid areas at the ballparks.

  3. My girls can be like that - we go hiking, and they complain they hate hiking. We leave and they complain that we're not hiking. It drives me insane!

  4. ROFL~I *totally* needed that slice of normal tonight! Thanks. :-)

  5. I can completely picture it. Hey, did you hear that they're having an autism awareness night in august? I think it's the 8th. Actually good to know about the kid zone since I'm not sure I'll be able to get mine to sit.

  6. I think that I'd be more likely to want to go to baseball games with my husband if there were some good stores to browse in the park (my version for the Kid Zone).

    Good for you coming up with all of these activities and outings. You put me to shame with all of my complaining (whining?) about how hard it is to take three kids to the mall without any help (and two of mine are still trapped in a stroller!)

  7. Every time we try to take our boy to a baseball game he does the same thing. Whines for 10 minutes about popcorn, eats popcorn for 10 minutes, spends the next 2 hours complaining that his stomach hurts from eating too much popcorn. Honestly, I don't know why we even try any more.

  8. Holy crap - we LIVED in Bowie before we moved out here!!!! We're practically neighbors!!!!

    Did you know Dirty Jobs did a show on the Baysox? Man, had I known Mike Rowe was in town, I would have poured mud over my head and claimed to be a job of my own!

  9. ohhh - sorry about the kidzone. that is unfortunate. but hey - it could have been worse. You could have paid big money for the tickets and still not seen anything.

    GREAT meeting you at BlogHer. The openspace was very cool.

  10. We went to a baseball game last weekend- BIG TRAIN (college baseball during the summer)... we lasted 1 hour. And during the hour - we were either - eating snacks, watching the mascots or playing with the 3 year old girl in front of us.

  11. Fun! I have had almost that same experience at the Baysox. (But you left out the multiple trips to the bathrooms.) I love that big baseball though.


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