Take Me out to The Ballgame

Somehow our little San Franciscan has become the Dodgers' good luck charm this season. The bad news for the Dodgers is they only seem to win when Riley's in town. The good news is that Riley's getting to see a lot of exciting games ending in Dodger victory.
















His favorite part of each game might be the hot dog, but he also likes the chants, especially "Charge!" He also seems to take a genuine interest in learning the rules of the game. He asks lots of questions and points out different players and parts of the field. And he plays ump, emphatically noting, "You're out!" and "You're safe!" as demonstrated here with foam fingers.

Last weekend, for the first time, he was awake for the seventh inning stretch, and he really enjoyed it, singing funny lines like "buy me some peppers and pepperjack..." and "...if they don't win it's a pain!" We then spent the remainder of the weekend singing "Take Me out to The Ballgame," (with increasingly accurate lyrics), which might have melted my dad's heart. For now Riley still sings "Root, root, root for the Dodgers," but Andy is working hard to turn his loyalties orange. My dad and I will lobby valiantly for the boys in blue, but we'll probably lose out to SF in the end. So we'll just enjoy Riley's love of the Dodgers for now.











The baseball fun continued through the weekend as Riley tried out the ball and bat Grandma and Grandpa got him. He was very excited to get hits and run the (invisible) bases in the backyard. And he loved watching daddy hit homeruns over the roof over my parents house.

The weekend also featured a pool party at my cousin Jason's house. Riley enjoyed the water, but appreciated his little cousin Jack's kid-sized guitar even more. He even convinced daddy to join him for a jam session.

Hmmm...somebody's got a birthday coming up...perhaps he'll spend his summer strumming away, singing about the ol' ball game.