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First Game

Following my post on the matter two weeks ago, some appear interested in whether I took my four and a half month old son to last week's Mets vs. Marlins game in Miami, so I'm posting this follow-up.

After much cajoling and begging, my wife agreed to allow me to take our son to the game, on condition that we would leave without protest from me if he reacted poorly to a large crowd.

The baby received lots of attention as I carried him into Dolphins Stadium as he wore his Mike Piazza jersey. Alas, moChassid's warning, that "don't forget that if he gets cranky, he can ruin it for you" was most apt. In the top of the second inning, while the Mets were scoring seven runs, my son was as cranky as Marlins pitcher Al Leiter. All the noise scared him, and he was pulled just before the grand slam homer by Doug Mientkiewicz.

It looked like we would have to leave, but a kindly older man working at the stadium took note of the situation, and escorted us to private seats right behind home plate on the club level. As he left us, we thanked him and he responded that if anyone should question why we were sitting there "just say Sam took you here" and wished us "a freilechen Pesach."

Unfortunately, a few innings later, I foolishly went out to use the restroom, and could not get back in. For twenty minutes, security insisted that I had to return to my assigned seat or leave the stadium. They also said that nobody named Sam worked in the stadium. Finally, they allowed me (under heavy escort) to pick up my wife and son. Another security guard who had seen Sam take me to the good seats told them to leave us alone, but by then the baby was again tired and moody, so we left a little while later, after Pedro Martinez got the final out of the seventh inning en route to the Mets' 10-1 win.
posted on 4/27/2005