All fine choices, really. But, kind of on a whim, Jack and I headed to a baseball game instead. Behold, our view from the second row at Werner Park, the new home of the Omaha Storm Chasers (nee Omaha Royals).
While we were walking up to the park from the free parking lot ... which is way the hell out past deep left field, by the way ... a guy came up and said, "Hey, do you two have tickets yet?" If there's one thing I've learned after going to about a zillion baseball games, it's that you always say, "No, we don't have tickets." Because sometimes you end up in a really good situation — like in the second row for free.But before we got to those seats, which were indeed great, Jack took advantage of the amenities common to most modern minor-league ballparks: the playground.
He hit the bouncy house, the bouncy obstacle course and the gigantic playground equipment. And then he picked up baseballs and chucked them toward a target. He used both hands at varying points, and to equal effectiveness. Still not sure if he's going to be a righty or lefty. He hits left-handed, but that's easy to teach. Throwing tends to be instinctual.
Finally, we got to our seats and watched the game. It was an interesting one — the Storm Chasers won 15-10. Lots of home runs, and if you ask Jack what home runs mean, you get this grin:
Fire. There are fire cannons in center field, and they light up when an Omaha player hits a home run. By the end of the night, Jack had his arms up screaming, "YES!!" when the fire started flying.Oh, and we saw Shim, who was wearing sandals. His feet — like yours and mine, dear bike racer — are very white. I, for the record, was wearing argyle socks, like usual.
We got home pretty late, mostly because scoring 25 runs means the game isn't exactly going to be sprinting along. But Jack dutifully brushed his teeth, climbed into bed and probably fell asleep instantly.
It was a good night.
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