There is something very special (and fun) about a baseball game. There is the smell of concessions, the feel of sun on your head, and the excitement of the crowd. Families are having fun, couples are experiencing first dates, children are jubilant. There is a sense of common patriotism as you remove your hat, hold your hand over your heart, and sing the “Star Spangled Banner.”

Joshua, Caleb, and I went to a Frederick Keys game tonight, and it was their first. They had millions of questions and I did my best to explain everything. There was so much “newness” that they sat very still, looked, asked questions, and never even got out of their seat.

At the end of the second inning it began to rain, so we went under cover. We bought popcorn (which was awfully stale), a Pepsi drink, chicken tenders, and fries. We leaned against the wall, huddled with hundreds of others escaping the rain and ate. We laughed, talked about the game so far, and answered even more questions.

Eventually the rain stopped and we watched the grounds crew remove the ground cover tarp, and then put it back again. I decided it was time to go, when there was no sign of the game resuming and it looked like another front was coming.

The boys were happy and I believed they enjoyed their first game – even if they missed the seventh inning stretch, and the other five innings -- perhaps next time. We did get to see one batter splinter a bat, and a double play. One last thought – this is why I don’t watch baseball on tv very much, you miss all the real excitement of the game.