Save the drama.......

As I mentioned before, Josh really wanted to see Barry Bonds hit the next homer. Wednesday, him and DB went to the game and sure enough, Thursday he called saying we just REALLY needed to go to that night's game. Now, he wasn't necessarily saying that Bonds was going to hit a home run, but we should be there just in case. In my head I'm thinking, "Gosh, both boys aren't really going to sit through the game. It is a lot of work..." blah, blah blah. The conversation went on in my head for a long time but I'll spare the details. In the end, I agree without much complaint that, yes, the whole family should be at Dodger Stadium. So we load up, fight the traffic to get to the game, and play the waiting game to get to the parking lot. Since things were taking a little longer than expected, I gave Porter a bottle while he was in his car seat. Well, somehow the nipple goes inside of the bottle and all the milk spills all over him leaving him a soppy mess and, not to mention, still hungry. When we get to the game, I peel his wet clothes off. Luckily his swim trunks (of all things) were in the car. So I put those on and leave him shirtless with the intent of buying him a new t-shirt inside. So here we finally go trudging into the stadium, half-naked baby and all. Yosh goes to pick up our tickets (including the two friends' we were there with) at will call.... only to find that they are not there. Pretty embarrassing especially when other people thought we had everything under control. Determined to make it inside the stadium, Yosh and Jon start scouring for tickets. It's funny the things you start seeing and hearing when you need tickets. Until this day, I was completely oblivious to the under ground world of ticket selling that takes place INSIDE the stadium. People are walking, looking straight ahead, yet still asking, "Tickets? Tickets?" I was amazed. Unfortunately, nothing was offered that suited our needs... until exactly 30 seconds after the boys bought tickets and the girls decided we were going home. It was insane, the timing. After all the effort, Anneli and I turned around and walked out of Dodger stadium with my still half-naked baby without seeing a single pitch while the boys watched Barry Bonds have another hitless night. Just one of those nights...

Here we are right before we went our separate ways... outside of the Stadium! So sad!