We took the kids to a late afternoon baseball game yesterday.
In retrospect, attending on a 90 degree day was not the best idea we’ve ever had but we were powerless to resist the siren call of the hot dog.
The Durham Bulls Athletic Park is a gem of a ball field; the giant cutout of the bull offering a free steak to whomever would hit it, the velvet green outfield, the friendly staff who launch t-shirts and peanuts into the stands.
We arrived about a half hour before the game was set to begin to ensure we had plenty of time to secure snacks and drinks. After scanning our tickets at the entry gate, Travis and I peeled off to the left to head to the elevators while Mr. CPQ, Tommy and JJ took the stairs to our seats. I entered the lobby and was met by the team mascot, Mr. Wool E. Bull himself.
He stopped and said hello to T and ruffled his hair and waited patiently while T ran his fingers over his fuzzy nose. I hit the button to call the elevator, expecting Wool E. to head out to the gate to welcome other children when he surprised me by taking the handles of the wheelchair and pushing Travis onto the elevator when it arrived and then riding with us up to our floor.
Travis was delighted and kept giggling and looking behind his chair to see if Wool E. was still there.
Or maybe that was me.
The elevator stopped at our floor and I reached to push the wheelchair but Wool E. shook his head and pushed my hands aside and proceeded to escort Travis through the crowds in grand parade fashion all the way to our seats.
He then spent a few more minutes with us, making sure T was settled in, high-fiving the other boys, and patting me on the back when I started bawling getting a little teary over his kindness. I hugged his neck and whispered my thanks into what I think was his ear and he nodded and waved and off he went to bring joy to other children and their mamas.
And we were off to enjoy a delightful afternoon cheering our Bulls on to victory.
And a good time was had by all.
Have a nice day.