GO! Go! Go!

Pops took me to my first baseball game here in Sisco. I went to one in Sun Dyago, but played at the park mostly. Tonight, I got to see it all! It was like watching it on t.v., except there were so many other people around. A lot of orange people, really. I couldn't stop looking all around me. So many things going on - people talking, kids running, things dropping, lights flashing, music playing - I didn't know where to keep my eyes on! All I knew was to stay close to Pops or Ninong Bhoy.

Mums gave me a piece of paper to keep in my pocket just in case I couldn't find Pops. She said if I couldn't find Pops, I had to give the paper to the policeman so they could help me. So I know I was safe. But still...I stay with Pops.



The game too had a lot of things going on.
They clapped. I clapped.
They yelled. I yelled...even if I couldn't understand a single word of what they were yelling.
They spit. I spit...but it ended up on my chin. I still need to perfect the whole spitting thing.
They hit the ball. I hit the ball...at least I pretended to with my arm.

So fun! So, so fun!!! Pops showed me the play area, but I really didn't want to play or slide. I just wanted to watch baseball. It was our seats - row 4. So close! I didn't really stay in my seat though because I couldn't really see the grass and players. Pops carried me most of the time, or I sat on Ninong Bhoy's shoulders - his parrot is what he calls me.

Whatever special thing Pops wanted to happen didn't happen tonight. I'm sorta glad because now Pops says he'll take me to another game soon to see this special thing happen. Maybe Mums and Ading Sissy will come this time.