Can I have some peanuts? Cracker Jacks? Anything besides milk? Please?

Baseball has been my favorite sport and hobby since the age of six, when my New York Mets won the World Series.  As I started to grow older, I thought about how cool it would be to take my kid to a baseball game someday.  This happened last Friday.  New York Mets at Los Angeles Dodgers.  Here is how it went down. 

Pre-game: 

Arrived at Dodger Stadium, and Babs was sleeping.  Carried her into the stadium in the Baby Bjorn.  I thought for sure she would get stopped at security for being way too cute. 

National Anthem: 

Babs and I stood with pride, as Lucy was grabbing some ballpark food.  I had my baby in my arm, and we were standing up for our country.  I guess now is as good a time as any to announce the Riles family is moving to Brazil. 

1st Inning: 

Babs was awake as the Mets jumped out to an early lead.  I had a beer in my left hand and my baby in my right.  Life was good, and got even better when Rihanna’s boyfriend struck out. 

2nd Inning: 

Photo shoot with the baby at the stadium.  This is mandatory, whenever a baby is going anywhere for the first time.  I think we may have over 1,500 hundred pictures of her already, in just five months.  

3rd Inning: 

I found myself talking in baby talk, but stopped immediately.  What if the umpire heard me?  I would be ejected. 

4th Inning: 

There’s no crying in baseball.  Babs continued to follow this rule, and did not cry. 

5th Inning: 

We were watching the drama of two different celebrity families…only at baseball games in Los Angeles will you see this.  Frank McCourt, owner of the Dodgers, and currently going through a nasty divorce, was in attendance and all smiles.  Larry King was also there with his wife/ex-wife.  They seemed happy, and their kids were running all over the place in the stands.  Did Larry sleep with his wife’s sister?  We can’t confirm either way.  

6th Inning: 

I ate some potato chips, and somebody in our immediately family pooped.  I’m not going to point fingers. 

7th Inning: 

We stretched, we sang and then we went home after this inning, because you don’t want to get stuck in stadium traffic with a baby.  I NEVER would have done this if we didn’t have Babs with us…I always got angry at the fans that left early, but now I guess I understand it if and only if you have children. 

The Mets won, our baby was awesome, and it was a great night.  And yes, Lucy, Babs is officially a bigger Mets fan than White Sox fan!