A start of a new addiction - Baseball

It's baseball season in case you didn't know. Yes it starts in April and ends in October but it's really a summer sport. If I don't get a response from Karl after calling his name several times, it's usually because he's keeping up on all the drama with the Chicago Cubs on his blackberry or online. Poor Cubs - this season isn't turning out to be a good one for them. I didn't really grow up as a sports fan but I have no problem cheering on the Cubs. In May I took Karl to a game in Philly. They lost but it was fun but nothing I could do all the time. I have no patience for the slowness of the game and to understand everything that is going on. That's why I like my swimming/diving/running and drum corps. But I do get excited when the playoffs comes, and I'm enjoying all the drama with the World Cup.

So it's not too surprising that we went to a Blue Rocks game on Wednesday, July 1st with a group of ResLifers from UD. First we went out to dinner at Champps (staying with the sports theme for the night) and then off to the game. The last time we went to a game was when Carlita was roughly 2 years old, and now I remember why we haven't gone back. Did we see the game? No. Did we bother other people? Yes. Did we have fun? Yes. My friend, Gina, and I chatted as we kept the kids from running onto the field. Carlita got a chance to jump on an inflatable and Luke ate food. We lasted a hour and half at the game which was good with kids. No clue what the score was or how the players were doing. On the drive home, Karl informed me that two men behind us were commenting underneath their breath at how rude our kids were and how they couldn't enjoy the game. It's a division I team!!!! There was hardly anyone at the game. Empty seats were all around us. You could have moved. I wished I had heard them because there would have been some fireworks going off at the game. So needless to say, going to another game in the near future won't be happening for the Luka family for a few years.

But still we want the kids to have that baseball fever so Carlita is doing t-ball at the Y on Thursday and Karl is coaching her team (if you can call it coaching). The kids are hilarious - they can't catch a ball, their attention span is VERY short but they are so cute in their hats and gloves and running around the field. But these are great memories that Carlita will have with her father.