Put Me In, Coach

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It’s that time of the year again . . . baseball season!!  The family and I were fortunate enough to get opening day tickets for the start of the Baltimore Oriole’s season this year.  The only problem?  We would be on a plane headed home from Disney during the game.  Drats.  So, we decided to do the next best thing . . . get tickets for the next night’s game.  Which is where we found ourselves one brisk spring evening in April.

Baseball in Baltimore has a long legacy.  The Orioles have been really good for some of those years, and just plain awful for many more.  And in fact, excepting last year’s playoff run, the birds have stunk up the joint for about 2 decades past.  Luckily, Balmorons have a short memory, and it seems that every spring, no matter how bad they have been or for how long, there is still a feeling of hope.  An optomistic thought of, “maybe this will be our year.”  And with the playoff run at the end of last year, the citizens of this fine city may just have a reason to hope this year.  Fingers crossed.

So, it was with this resurgence of hope and optimism that we entered the stadium, with a couple of thousand other hopeful fans.  It was our first game of the year, and the entire family was in attendance, including even some extended family who had seats in another part of the park.  We were all very excited.  My husband had ordered our seats specifically so we could be close to the field, hoping that there might just be a small chance that my oldest son, 7 years old and in love with all things baseball, might just get lucky enough to get a foul ball.  Our seats were front row on the left field side of the outfield.  Pretty nice, really.

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We arrived at the stadium about an hour before the game, intending to get there early enough to relax, have some food, and settle in.  Instead of our usual m.o. of running late, rushing around, and showing up mid-way through the 1st inning.  This was a far better way of dealing with this kind of event, especially with young kids.

While we were settling into our seats, we saw the Oriole Bird come onto the field a little ways from where we were sitting.  My hubs took my youngest over to see what was happening on the field.  That is when we realized that they were grabbing kids from the stands to come out and “play baseball” with the bird.  Once we realized this, we asked our kids if they wanted to go over to be picked.  My youngest was all for it.  My oldest . . . you know, Mr. I Love Baseball . . . wanted no part of it.  No thanks, not interested.  I’ll just watch.  (Oh man, he is so my son).

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But my 4 year old leapt out there onto the field when it was his turn.  And he hit the ball(s) thrown to him, and got to run around the “bases” set up out on the outfield there.  He thought it was pretty awesome.

But then, as my older son is just standing there watching, not even right in front of where this was occurring, but probably about 2 sections over from where all the commotion was happening, one of the “handlers” comes running over to him.  He points up to him and says, “hey, do you want to come down?”  And my son is like, “sure.”  Wait, what?  Oh, and did I mention that at this point there is a line of children waiting to go down on the field in the area they had been picking kids from?  Yeah, I have no idea what prompted this guy to run over and grab my son, but I was just glad that he agreed to do it.  Because he had so much fun.

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What was even cooler was that the Bird kept doing this thing where he would pick up 2nd base as the kids were running towards it and play keep away with it.  With my son, he picked it up, played keep away, and then tossed it over his shoulder, so that it landed about mid-center field.  My son, who is a very, “huh, ok then,” type of kid, just altered his course and took off running to the newly distributed second base . . . all the way out in the outfield of Camden Yards.  So, basically, he got to traipse all around the field because of the Bird’s nonsense.  Pretty sweet for that huge baseball fan.

So, once my kids were done playing with the Bird and making their imprints all over the field, it was time for the game to start.  A couple of innings in, I started to get very thirsty, so I figured I would stretch my legs a bit and go get a beverage.  As I was walking around the outermost ring of the stadium, where all the food and beverage kiosks are, I chose one that basically had the shortest line.  As I got up to the girl serving the beers and ordered 2 (1 for the hubs, I wasn’t that thirsty), the girl said something that endeared her to me for all time:  “May I see your ID?”  Yep, that’s right, people.  I got carded!  I did notice a sign posted that said they carded everyone under the age of 30, but still, that would make me look 29.  I will totally take it!

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After I got back to my seat, and then everyone played a few rounds of “take a child to the bathroom to empty his bladder,” it was time to settle in to watch some baseball.  It was getting dark, and subsequently, the temps were dropping.  Everyone was pulling out their winter accessories . . . hats, gloves, earmuffs, etc.  It was really quite chilly.  And we had just returned from 80* Florida weather the day before, so it was pretty jarring. 

Accordingly, when a player from the Minnesota Twins hit a foul ball straight to our section, landing in the outstretched winter gloved hand of the man sitting 3 seats to my right, instead of actually catching the ball, it bounced of his highly padded paw and dropped back onto the field.  And subsequently, the outfielder, Nate McLouth, jogged over to pick it up, then looked up at the outstretched baseball gloved hand of my 7 year old, and tossed it right up to him.  That’s right, he got that foul ball, after all!  Good planning with those seats, hubs!

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Thanks, Nate!

All in all a pretty stellar night at the Yard.  Kids got to run around on the field, foul ball straight from a player’s hand, and I was indirectly told that I look 29.  Yep, a good night all around, I’d say.

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30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. about100percent
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 09:53:23

    Wow – amazing baseball night! Especially the ‘getting carded’ part. Our family is all about those little moments at the game. For me, not such a baseball fan, it makes those nights sitting in a cold stadium worth it. And what a great extension of your fun Disney trip!

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:28:29

      Honestly, I was NOT looking forward to it. After all the Disney activity, I wanted to just crash and veg for a few days (weeks), but we knew the kids would really enjoy it. Plus, it was SO COLD. But yeah, the carding perked me right up, and it was great fun to see them running around out on the field, so I am so glad we went!

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  2. Hippie Cahier
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 09:54:22

    I’m going to the game tonight (as you may know) , which of course is why thunderstorms are headed this way, and I read this thinking, “Oh, I hope I get to meet the Bird,” when in truth, I am more the stand-back-and-watch type.

    Then I got to the bigger dream and thought, “Oh, I hope I get carded,” when in truth I stand a better chance of the Bird picking me up, flying me around the perimeter of the stadium, and handing me a winning lottery ticket. 🙂 Great pictures!!

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:29:22

      Well, I know you got a super rad button, but did you get to meet the bird? 😉

      Yeah, sorry it got rained out. Maybe hold off on buying that lottery ticket . . .

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  3. Don't Quote Lily
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 10:59:29

    Awesome! Good job picking the seats. There was fun for all of you. Niiiice. 🙂

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  4. sarah9188
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 13:10:35

    Sweet! I’m not even a huge baseball fan, but going to an Orioles game would be way too much fun; I was slightly obsessed with Cal Ripken as a child and owned a six foot tall poster of him in my room to chronicle my height. However, I’ve gone to a Delmarva Shorebirds game several times, but Sherman smells strongly of B.O. and doesn’t let you traipse around the outfield. I did get grabbed to the game where they blow the $1 bills around and you have to try and grab them; I found stuffing them into my bra worked wonders. Glad you and your family had such an awesome experience.

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:31:32

      Oh man! I want my bra to be filled with dolla dolla bills, y’all!! 😉

      So, let me get this straight . . . you had a life sized cardboard cutout of Cal Ripken as a kid? Be honest, Sarah . . . how many times did you snuggle with that thing in bed? Uh huh, I thought so! :p

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      • sarah9188
        May 01, 2013 @ 20:34:27

        I couldn’t because it was taped to the wall and my mother said that it’d take the paint off or something like that.

        Mothers….sigh…

        It actually was a 6 foot tall Cal Ripken poster with him holding a glass of milk and sporting a milk mustache encouraging me to grow or some other inspiration phrase and I’d stand in front of it and we’d write in me and my sister’s heights, our date, and age.

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  5. joeinvegas
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 14:38:32

    Run around on the field and get a foul ball – wow! Better than D

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  6. Nelson - One Old Sage
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 16:36:09

    This is great. Such a nice change from all the gloom around us at the moment. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. andrea-maybe it's just me
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 19:15:24

    No way! That is far more awesome than any baseball outing I could have imagined…7 years old or not!!!!

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  8. Vesta Vayne
    Apr 19, 2013 @ 20:23:08

    Aw, I’m so glad your oldest went out there and ran the bases, good for him!!

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  9. rachelocal
    Apr 20, 2013 @ 13:06:14

    Every time I go to the Yards, it is EMPTY! I didn’t think Baltimore had any fans.

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:34:08

      It was much emptier than I thought it would be after the sell out the day before and last year’s playoff run. I think it’s better this year than in years past because they’ve been sucking for so long. Wanna come down for a game? 😉

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  10. jccsst1022
    Apr 20, 2013 @ 18:04:22

    I’m taking my kids to their first White Sox game this year, it’s kids jersey day so I already know they’ll come away with a couple of jerseys but I’m hoping they have as awesome of a day as your kids had.

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  11. flyingplatypi
    Apr 21, 2013 @ 09:15:06

    OMG what a fun time!!!! Your kid is pure awesome! And I’m so excited that you got carded. What a great feeling!!

    Hugs!

    Valerie

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:35:35

      My kid IS pure awesome. If we ever got him and Jazzy together, there would be world domination for sure! Getting carded was the best part of the night. Don’t tell the kids. Shhhh.

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  12. JM Randolph
    Apr 22, 2013 @ 09:04:26

    That’s fantastic!

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  13. pegoleg
    Apr 22, 2013 @ 17:01:01

    Sounds like a great experience! And I love that song! In the 7th inning stretch when everybody sings, “Take a child to the bathroom to empty his bladder, take me out to the crowd…buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,,,I won’t care if I never get back…”

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:37:13

      In ours, it plays during the 2nd, the 4th, the 5th AND the 7th. It would probably play in the later innings as well, but we were too tired and cold to stick around to see!

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  14. Go Jules Go
    Apr 22, 2013 @ 20:03:56

    Holy crap, Misty! This is like, the most epic baseball game family trip of all time.

    I envy your son’s “huh, ok then” attitude. I only feel that way when I get carded 😉

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    • mistyslaws
      May 01, 2013 @ 11:38:15

      It was indeed the MOST epic of all time. 🙂

      I wanted to do cartwheels when I got carded. Then again, I am quite a few more years away from carding age than you, my young friend. 😉

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