Squeaker and the Daddy person went to another baseball game this weekend. At least part of my motivation was to makeup for having missed fireworks on the 4th (she got eaten by bugs on the 3rd), but mainly I was hoping by getting seats close to the action, I might interest her more in the game. I succeeded in getting us close, but mostly she seemed to be interested in kettle corn and the kids nearby. She did enjoy calculating the number of outs left each inning and the number of innings left in the game. However, even the promise of fireworks couldn't keep us past the 7th inning.
Given the disaster that had been parking at the game, the Daddy person didn't mind leaving ahead of everyone else. Besides, we don't want to sour her on our game. On the plus side, she asked a number of times if we could go to a basketball game again.
