Recently, I took my two kids—a 5-year-old and a 5-month-old—to a baseball game at Yankee Stadium. Now, let me clarify: I’m not a Yankees fan (go Red Sox!), and thankfully, my boys aren’t either (they better not be!). However, my love for them, baseball, and the experience of attending games is strong. Or at least, it was. After this outing, I’m questioning my commitment. Maybe it’s time to switch to watching soccer instead.
Introducing my children to sports—both playing and spectating—is one of those classic joys of parenthood. I eagerly anticipated this as much as any dad out there. At their baby showers, gifts of onesies adorned with Red Sox logos were a must, and the very first shirt I bought for my now 5-year-old featured a Miami Dolphins helmet.
In theory, it all sounds wonderful. In reality, though, taking a baby to a sporting event is a different ballgame. The loud cheers send them into panic mode, and when I signed my 4-year-old up for soccer, a single miss-kick led to a full-blown refusal to play for the rest of the season. Yet we persist, as parents do. After all, we can’t show our kids that giving up is an option, and let’s face it—we’ve invested a lot of money into this experience, and darn it, they are going to see it through!
I’ve taken my 5-year-old to several baseball games, mostly at Fenway Park, which is a true gem of a ballpark—perfect for little ones who aren’t yet up to snuff with their height. Each outing seemed to improve; he got used to the noise, started attending with friends, and—most importantly—he discovered the joy of ice cream, hot dogs, popcorn, peanuts, and cotton candy. And yes, let’s not forget the beer. I’m praying the vendor returns with those enormous beers, regardless of the outrageous price.
The only thing more daunting than preparing to take two kids (one being a baby!) to a baseball game is the challenge of packing everything to bring home. If you had seen me leave the house, you’d think I was gearing up for a trek up Mount Everest. But the silver lining? You end up buying so much stuff to keep your kids happy—whether it’s a souvenir or just to avoid a meltdown from jealousy—that your wallet feels significantly lighter by the end of it.
Still, it’s all fun and well in theory. When you’re actually there, your kid barely pays attention to the game because they’re too busy goofing around, while you can’t focus on the match either because you’re busy stopping them from making a scene. In the end, you shell out a small fortune for tickets to a game they didn’t grasp and are forced to leave before it even reaches the halfway point—due to a tantrum, a nap, or, heaven forbid, a stomach upset.
So here’s to the beautiful chaos of parenting!
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In summary, while taking your kids to a baseball game may sound like a perfect plan, the reality can often be a whirlwind of distractions and unexpected outcomes. But as parents, we push through for the love of our children and the hope that they’ll one day appreciate these experiences.
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