When I was 9 years old, my Dad took me to my first major league baseball game, with the Cincinnati Reds at Crosley Field. He took me to an old hot dog/sausage place in Cincy first, then we went to the ballpark and watched the players throw the ball around. We yelled to Lee May, then the Reds first baseman, and he smiled and waved back to our section.
I don't even remember who the Reds played, or if they won or lost. I just remember how big that ballpark was, the crowd excitement during the game, the finely mowed field, how close the players seemed to me, and my Dad in his extreme joy of showing me the ins-and-outs of a day at the ballpark.
Last Sunday I was The Dad. I took our 9 year old daughter to her first Major League Baseball game, Mariners versus the Orioles at Camden Yards. It was one of those delicious, not-ever-forgotten "parent" moments. She loved it - the crowd, how cool the park looked, the cheers, the home runs, the silly stuff run on the Jumbotron or whatever they call it, the Oriole mascot, the swag we bought, the food we bought, everything. And I got to watch her and sometimes see myself, and remember the joy as the child and simultaneously feel what my Dad must have felt, and these moments just happened over and over and over again. Keep my glove on in case there's a foul ball... The thrill of having a Foam Finger! Hey, let's go sit in the sun in the outfield and watch an inning! C'mon, you can boo louder than that. CHARGE! Why are they playing Jeopardy music?
It didn't hurt that Camden Yards is a beautiful place to watch a baseball game, and that we had good tickets, and that the people around us were energetic but courteous - no drunken cussing, no loud complaints.
After the game, we grabbed dinner at the Uno Restaurant in Inner Harbor (I do not recommend that) and drove home. She slept a bit. We stopped at the Maple Donut shop outside of Harrisburg for a quick doughnut snack, which I promised in lieu of buying dessert at Uno. Love their Maple Donuts. We got home, and she quickly burst into an excited description of the whole day for both mom and brother. Her brother's only 5, but I could tell, he liked what he heard. I'll get another day of the introductory joy at the ballpark someday again.