I can't quite explain it, but there is something about taking your son to a baseball game that is just great. Last night got off to a rough start, but once we got there, we had a great time. With Billy, half of the experience of the game is seeing how much food he can jam into his mouth. He had a hot dog the size of his arm, Cracker Jacks, some cotton candy and a big Diet Coke. The game was a lot of fun too. Fightin's 7, Astros 5. We used my company's tickets, so we were right behind home plate. Billy had his Phillies hat on and got heckled for the first time. Welcome to life as a Phils fan.
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