I went with my four-year-old daughter Maggie, my husband and my dad to a Cubs game today. I went to games all the time when I lived in Chicago. Now that I live in Nashville I try to get to at least one game a season. Today was the day. Maggie went to one game when she was one-year-old and did great but we had chosen to go sans children until they were a little bit older.
One of my favorite moments was my realizing Maggie has no idea what’s going on in baseball. This is so crazy to me because having grown up on baseball it seems like something you just know. She didn’t know a home run from a foul ball. We talked about a little of it, with probably very little sinking in. But now there is a base to build on. (no pun intended- base, ha ha ha)
Another was after the first inning when she asked if the game was over yet. That was a sign of a long afternoon to come. But I must say, she rallied (pun…) and held out for the whole game. Lots of times she asked if it was over, similar to the number of times she asked how much farther during the car ride from Tennessee to Illinois. A hot dog, a malt cup, some peanuts and somehow the innings managed to trickle by for her. I was loving every minute of it. Wrigley is one of the best places on earth.
Speaking of peanuts, we waited for a bit for the peanut man after I agreed that she could get some. Of course, as we all know, you see the peanut man all day until you actually want peanuts. It was agonizing for her, but a good lesson in patience. When he did come down our aisle, she yelled peanuts but he looked at her and kept going. I think he thought she was just playing. The look on her face was priceless. I handed her some dollars and told her to call out again when he came back up and show him the money. He promptly stopped and she made her transaction. She was thrilled with herself. Then she ate about five peanuts before losing interest. Luckily I was able to assist her in the peanut eating.
When the Cubs win it is tradition to sing Go, Cubs, Go! We scooted out of the ballpark during the last inning to beat the crowd and the traffic (something we normally wouldn’t have done, but didn’t want Maggie to get trampled). In the car on the way home she said “Hey! We didn’t get to sing Go, Cubs, Go!” So we sang it on the way home in the car. Maybe she caught on to a little more than I thought.