Go Rockets!

Benjamin just had his first baseball game tonight, and he looked so grown up, yet so little in his uniform. He would not let me take a decent shot of him all dressed up.

 So I had to do what I could on the field. Here he is in warm-ups.

Paul couldn't make it, so Peter and Nora came along with me to the game. After fidgeting on the blindingly bright bleachers for a while, we moved behind the dugout where they could play and run around.

 Benjamin's first position was by the pitcher's mound. I thought this pitching machine was a smart idea!

At bat...I watched him the first time (when he struck out), but of course I missed the next time when he got a hit. I had gone off to the bathrooms and concessions with Peter and Nora, thinking he'd be in out field for a bit. Sad!

 At least I got to watch him round the bases and make it home.

We were all doing much better once there was food.

 I have no idea what the score was. The game had some interesting rules, like each player gets five hits, and players can only run to one base per hit. Benjamin was ecstatic though, because he was sure they had won.

 Lucky number seven!

 Alright, fine. You can take my picture, now that we're home, and it's dark. I'm not smiling though. :)