When Barrett was just 9 months old, we took him to see the Yankees play the Red Sox in one of the last games at the old Yankee Stadium. I told Barrett then that his baseball viewing experience would probably only go down hill from there. While that may indeed be true, our experience together at the Ranger game a couple of weeks ago couldn't have been any better.
That week, Barrett and I were watching the Rangers on TV and he walked over to me and simply said, "Daddy, will you take me to the Ranger game?" Of course, my heart melted and I couldn't say no. So, I made arrangements for us to go see the Rangers vs. Mets that Friday night. Barrett was so excited and kept telling everyone he met that week that daddy was taking him to see the Rangers on Friday night. His excitement seemingly grew each minute leading up to the game.
We got to the stadium just in time to see Dirk throw out the first pitch with Barrett yelling out "GO DIRK!" in his deepest voice like he does when watching the Mavs play. We then made our way to the concession stand, which I think is what he was most excited about. We loaded up on hot dogs, and peanuts and settled into our seats to watch the game. The Rangers started out hot as they shut down the Mets in the top of the 1st and Adrian Beltre blasted a 3-run home run in the bottom of the inning. The fireworks startled Barrett at first, but his smile came back quickly after I explained that the Rangers hit a home-run. The home runs kept coming that night as the Rangers hit 3 out of the park with the last one from Josh Hamilton in the 8th inning. As the 2-run homer sailed into the seats Barrett and I stood cheering along with the other 46,000 in attendance that night. I looked over at Barrett while clapping and he looked up at me with the biggest smile on his face. And there is was. The moment that will be etched in my memory and in my heart as long as I live. No words were said, just a look, a smile, and a little boy falling in love with the great game of baseball.
While the home-runs kept coming, so did the food. On the night, we went through, 2 hot dogs, 2 bags of peanuts, one bag of pretzels, one helmet ice cream, and one frozen lemonade. Afterwards, Barrett said that his favorite part was the home runs and his second favorite part was the peanuts. I couldn't help but think of my Grandpa Doots, whose love of baseball and of peanuts are unmatched. Every time I shell peanuts, I think of sitting on his porch and going through bags of freshly roasted peanuts.
In all, it was one of the best nights of my life, and I think the same can be said for Barrett. The Rangers won 8-1, but the outcome of the game didn't matter. What mattered was the memories and bond created between and father and a son. I love you Barrett and look forward to creating many more baseball memories with you in the future.
Barrett and I during the 7th inning stretch
Hot dogs, peanuts, pretzels, and ICE CREAM!
Cutest fan at the game, no doubt!
Rangers about to homer!
