I can’t hear you. . . I can’t hear you…nananananna

My husband, who attended the game this evening with our five-year-old son, just called from Cellular Field to say they’re going to stick around for a while to enjoy the celebration. My son told him not to tell me who won; he wants to surprise me with the news when he gets home. So now I’m laying on my couch, laptop flipped open, enjoying the joy of waiting for my son to come home from the first game of the World Series and tell me who he saw win it.

Update: Guess what! The Sox won! Other child’s eye views of the game: they had no luck finding a big, foam number one or Cracker Jack, he had two desserts: a cookie and potato chips, and the kids’ area where you can race a cardboard cut out of Scott Podsednik was closed and overtaken by the media.

1 Comment so far

  1. Taj (unregistered) on October 24th, 2005 @ 10:53 am

    How cute!

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