Kids Journal - 07/28/02

July 28, 2002

I took you, Gabriel, my baseball-nut of a son to the Yankee/DRays game this afternoon. When Uncle Tim worked for the DRays, we'd go to about 30 games a year (tickets were free!). But, since he left, we can only afford one or two games a year. The event was so disheartening that it inspired me to write a letter and send it to every single baseball team and the commissioner's office about how unbalanced the teams were due to financial disparities.

And, while we were at the game, you Gabe, did two things that were adorable. First, when the game was going sour... Petite was on his way to striking out twelve, Ventura had just hit a grand slam and Jeter was knocking the ball around, you turned to me and said "Dad, when I get six, and taller, I'm gonna go down to the Devil Rays and say 'hey, can I help?'" It was so sweet and sincere. You really thought that just being six and a little taller would make you able to help them out... it was very sweet.

And the other funny thing you did was, at one point, you started digging your hand way up into your shorts. Worried that people would look, I leaned over and quietly said "Gabe, what're you goin?" And you replied "My peepee fell out of my underwear." That type of honesty I did not anticipate!

Overall we had a great time, considering the game. We got Brent Abernathy and Joe Kennedy's autograph on one of the Devil Ray balls Tim got you for your birthday. And afterward, you got to run around the bases.

It was a nice Father/Son day.