I would finish the blog there but Mr. G would be very disappointed if I didn't tell you the story on how he saved our lives.
We were planning on leaving the game after the 7th inning...we were up 7-1 and Bubby G had been asleep for a while so we figured that would be a good time to hit the road. We knew that we were sitting in seats that could potentially get a foul ball but we were about to leave so we figured we were in the clear despite the fact that my mom is a magnet for foul balls. But the first batter up in the bottom of the seventh hit a line drive right at us. I thought surely it would curve and just come close to us....but no....it came right at where I was sitting with Bubby G asleep in my arms. Nana and I tried to shield Bubby G while my dad and Mr. G both jumped up to protect us. Mr. G, feeling the overpowering protectiveness for his family kick in, was able to slap the ball away and keep it from hitting us. He's our hero....and because of how hard the ball was hit he was lucky he didn't break his hand....but he is definitely our hero. Let's just say it got his heart a pumpin' and he had no trouble staying awake for the drive home. We had told him before the game that my mom was a foul ball magnet....let's just say he believes us now.
It was a wonderful, couldn't have been better, first trip to the Cardinal's game for Bubby G.....the first of what I'm sure will be many.