Take me out to the ball game!
Take me out to the crowd!
Buy me a hotdog...
...and cotton candy,
I'll do a dance in the seventh-inning-stretch!
'Cause it's 'root, root, root' for BOTH teams;
If the Mariner's don't win I might cry!
Oh, it's one, two, three strikes, 'You're OUT!'
At the old ball game!
Thank you Poppa for an amazing evening of baseball! We had the best time at the Nationals-Mariners game the other night. We enjoyed the atmosphere, the incredible seats, the food, and most of all - the exciting game! It came down to the bottom of the ninth, and we really thought the Mariners were going to win. But... With two outs and two strikes, you'd never believe it - a HOME RUN! Three runners in, and the Nat's won it all. So exciting, and everybody was thrilled. Except for one little Mariners fan. (I promise, if it had been any other match-up, he would have been cheering for those Nats right along with the rest of us!)
PS. A quick little note for all my lady friends. Go to a baseball game pregnant. Honestly, it's the best! I got free water, a free extra scoop on my ice cream cone, and a sweet elderly usher brought me a soft padded chair when we left our seats to seek shelter during the lightning storm. That baby belly can really come in handy!