From Gaijin to Gringo to Granola: Let's Go O's!

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Let's Go O's!

While visiting the East Coast last month, we were wonderfully gifted with four club level tickets to an Orioles game by some dear family friends. It really was a great opportunity and Erik was so excited to share the Camden Yards experience with the boys. My mommy radar was on red alert ("The day after we get home from a beach vacation?! The game starts at 1:30, right at our normal quiet time?! It's an hour drive into the city?! We were just in the car 8 hours yesterday!"), but I told that voice to stuff it and get its panties out of a bunch. Once in a while I can do that and it pays off: we had a great time.

Sure, the boys were kinda funky and punchy at times, but it's nothing that some peanuts couldn't address. We owe at least four hours of innings due to peanuts. Kids love to shell peanuts. Anders wasn't even eating them, but we still let him do it because it bought us time. That, and a lollipops, hot dogs, french fries, soft pretzels... all the typical ballpark fare.

We also stopped by the visitor's center on Eutaw Street to pick up the "My First Orioles Game" certificates and absorb the excitement of a Sunday afternoon ball game. I'm used to my boys being the only ones in Orioles hats where we live, so there were some "Where's Waldo" moments in a sea of orange and black. Good news: we didn't lose the kids.

Looking a bit dubious as we enter the stadium.

Turns out an 8 foot bird can cause fear in children.

Well, lookie here! Somebody got his name on the board! Thanking higher powers that the camera didn't pan to us - half of us would be picking boogers, the other half of us wiping at beers spills. 'Murica!