I am not a baseball fan but I understand the devotion to a team. My great grandfather was a Philly's fan and John's was a St. Louis Cardinals fan. They would listen to the radio, following the game every time their team played.
I once asked my mother if her grandfather had ever been able to actually get to a Philly's game. She told me that her former husband had bought them tickets for a home game and that her grandpa had cried when he found out he was going.
John's grandfather managed a team down in Ill. So baseball does run in the blood.
I remember going to Little League games for Justin and keeping my car out of the garage as James set up his own baseball game, in the garage. All I know about that is that it involved boxes of baseball cards, an old mattress against the back wall and James spending hours out there playing.
The WAVE was a big success. The hot dog and other vendors were also a success with the kids. They tell me they had a great time and despite the fact that the home team, the Brewers lost the game, they made memories that I hope will stay with them forever.
They went to their first professional baseball game with their PapaJohn, their daddy, their uncle and his wife.
It was a BIG DEAL per my four year old grandson.