Owen attended his first baseball game on Father's Day this past Sunday. In the interest of full disclosure, he actually showed after his nap, just in time for the bottom of the 9th. Fashionably late like a Lakers fan. Anyhoo, he seemed to enjoy it. He started cheering as soon as we walked out into the stands. Then, within 5 minutes of being there, I got a foul ball and gave it to him. He thought that was pretty cool. And after the game, Owen got to run around the bases with me (they let dad's run with kids for father's day.) So, he might be a little spoiled now in thinking that going to a game means getting a foul ball and getting to run on the field.
