STRIKEOUT!

Mommy meant well. She really wanted me to have a great time at my first baseball game. Unfortunately, I didn't like it too much.

It was too loud.

And there were "scary" mascots everywhere.



Daddy was nice enough to walk around the stadium with me almost the entire game. My seat was the last place I wanted to be.



Everyone else seemed to have a great time.



As soon as the Renegades won I wanted to get out of there. I told Mommy "No fireworks"! Mommy was glad we weren't in the stadium for them because even from all the way in the parking lot I was upset by them & yet couldn't take my eyes off them.



I suppose it wasn't all bad.

Juh-Juh and Grandpa did buy me my very own Rene Gade doll.



And on one of my many walks around the stadium I got to hit a wiffle ball. I was really good!



There is always next season...