We have returned!
This Friday was the day when we took my Grandfather (85 years young) to his first "big league" ball game. This photo may not prove it - but he was thrilled.
The game started at 7:30pm and ended 11:00pm. By the time we got home...it was 1:30am. Grandpa never fell asleep. I think he was still reeling from the experience.
There were 2 homeruns hit during the game (a HUGE thrill for Grandpa) 2 broken bats....but the score was not in our favor.
White Sox: 4
Twins: 5
It wasn't the score we wanted - but seeing my grandfather's face when Konerko hit the first homerun of the game.....priceless.
It was worth every penny.
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Your grandpa's expression of excitement is exactly the expression my grandpa used to wear. He's not of scottish descent, by chance, is he?
Good job giving Grandpa a real treat, Chep. You're a special granddaughter.
yeah, you are a sweet grandaughter!
You are very special.
And how cute does he look in his White Sox T-shirt??
He's hunky, actually, if I may say.
Too bad about the score, but ah well. Do they still do the wave at ball games? I haven't been to one since 1984. I remember doing the wave with my Grandpa a dozen times. It was one of my best childhood experiences.
Grandpas are great.
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