Go Boise Hawks!

As mentioned previously, Tanner and I went to the Boise Hawks game last night. Leading up to Marisa's trip, this has been the highlight for Tanner. He has been asking for a couple of weeks now, "Daddy, go to baseball game right now?". So I could tell he was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, he refused to take a long nap to prepare, instead taking two short ones, the last starting at 5:30 PM, so I wasn't 100% sure how he was going to do at the game which didn't start until 7:15 PM.

We both had a really good time. Tanner got his 1st Boise Hawks hat, we sat on the third base line and had a heart healthy dinner of hot dogs, soda and a deep-fried snickers bar (God love minor league baseball parks!!!) for dessert.

Tanner enjoyed the game. His favorite part, and mine when I was his age, was the foul balls. He loved when the players hit the balls backwards over the screen out into the parking lot and dinged up someone's car. His big concern was that they didn't hit our car (I know better, and park WAY out there...). He did great, paying attention and really enjoying the game until Humphrey the Hawk (team mascot) decided to show up. At that point the focus of the game became the Hawk (and not in a good way). When he could see him, he kept his eye on him while he watched the game. When he was out of site....well that was just unacceptable. "Daddy, where big birdie go?" "Where big birdie at?". I tried to reassure him that the big birdie was friendly and wouldn't get too close to him if he didn't want him to, but Tanner was only okay when he could see him and knew where he was. I should have seen the signs...

About the 6th inning, Humphrey came over to work the 3rd base line seats while Tanner kept a wary eye on him. He would say things like; "Daddy that big birdie hugging that man." "That big birdie sitting in seat watching game". But seemed fine, until Humphrey came into the section next to ours and then he got this tone in his voice. Parents of young children know this tone, the one which means, 'you can't talk me down from this, I am deadly f*$^ing serious, get me out of here'. He said, with an eye on the Hawk, "Daddy, I want go home RIGHT NOW! I go home RIGHT NOW and watch movie. Me leave RIGHT NOW!" At which point, the only question is how fast can you gather your s@#t up before he starts screaming and get out of there.

We ended up escaping just fine, and his main concern is where all the balls in the parking lot were as we walked to the car. "Daddy, we need pick all dose balls up?"