Baby D has been to many fascinating places in his first ten months: a USC game, the streets of Manhattan... Delaware! But this past Friday was his first visit to Dodger Stadium, where he could learn the anti-Phillies rage that has gotten his Father in many a throwdown.
However, the game did not start on a high note. I'll spare you the details, but we learned that the trunk of my car is a perfect place to change a 20-pound man.
The best part - we put the "used" clothes and diapers into a paisley bag. Not wanting the car or trunk to be tainted for nine innings, we kept the bag under the car... AND SOMEONE STOLE IT. I'm not sure if it was for security measures or personal gain... but somebody was treated to one helluva surprise.
The game had everything - the Bangles sang the National Anthem. (We missed it, but it led to an extended discussion of the many attributes of Susanna Hoffs.) There was a steady stream of Madness, Run-DMC, Hall, and OATES. There was fireworks after the game. And oh yeah, a ninth-inning two-out rally. That was kind of cool.
And through it all, little "Baby D" did not cry once. Except when he reached for my friend's beer, and was cruelly denied. Then the tears flowed like he was Mike Schmidt retiring.
That's my boy!