Thanks to Papa Ron, Scott, Max and I were able to enjoy a playoff baseball game last night in San Francisco. Being a die-hard Dodgers fan, Scott had a rough time attending a Giants game, but he at least managed to maintain a neutral demeanor -- neither booing nor cheering. Max, Ron, and I did not suffer any such divided loyalties, and we enjoyed whooping it up and shaking our "rally rags." I'm not quite sure that Max was really old enough for this experience, however. He was weeping with exhaustion by the 6th inning and when asked, he said the best part of the experience was riding in a taxi. Oh well. I guess we're laying the groundwork for future baseball fandom, right? God help the kid if he doesn't grow up to love the sport!
As for Henry, he spent the evening with our good buddies Jeff, Megan, Ben and Alex. Jeff is apparently some kind of "toddler whisperer," because he was able to get all three boys to sleep in under 30 minutes. Jeff -- would you mind coming by my house tonight to deal with Max and Henry after their bath?
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Go Dodgers. Oh yeah. They didn't make the playoffs again.
A playoff game, how fun!! Max will be a fan before you know it. Glad Hen dealt well with the slumber party alternative ;)
BOO Giants and BOO Dodgers!!
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