That was James, about yesterday.
We went to game 2 of the Cape Cod Baseball League playoffs. It was just about picture perfect weather, and we got to see one home run and two broken bats.
Fairly late in the game, and after downing an order of cheese nachos, James told me that the main reason he wanted to go to the game was to collect autographs.
And I thought it was all about the junk food.
So, after looking at the overpriced t-shirts and hats (“Do you have anything else that can be autographed? Oh, we have baseballs.”), I bought James an official league baseball and a sharpie pen.
We stood in line at the Children’s Gate at Lowell Field, but we were running against a deadline, had to be at the Sandwich library for Emme and Bob’s puppeteers show. So at 5:30, I told James we had to leave.
Much to his credit, although he was very disappointed, he didn’t pitch a fit. As we walked back to the truck, I told him we’d stop at the field on the way, maybe we could catch some of the players.
As it turned out, the winning Harwich team was waiting for their bus, so James hopped out of the truck and snagged a few autographs. That made him so happy that he asked to call his Dad right away to let him know.
We had time enough to grab sandwiches at Dunkin Donuts, watch the trash train roll by, stop at the library Children’s Room to pick up our puppet show ticket and buy a t-shirt, and get in on the ice cream social.
We enjoyed the show and afterwards, walked on the boardwalk in Sandwich. On the way back, I stopped for gas at Hess, where James spotted Peter and his Jeep. So, he changed cars, thus concluding “the best day ever”.