Last night I took the boys to their first professional sporting event, a Hornets game. They’re our NBA team, and pretty soon they’ll be called the Pelicans instead. I thought basketball would be fun for them, since it’s fairly simple, fast-paced, and relatively short.
Since George is still effectively one-legged, it was just me and the boys, and it couldn’t have gone better. (Well, maybe if we’d gotten on the Jumbotron. That would have been awesome. Alas.)
Miles especially got really into the game, cheering at the appropriate times. It was funny, though. At first, when either team would get a basket, he’d turn to me and say, “is that a yay or an awww?” Pretty soon he figured out that the guys in white were yays and the team in purple were awwws.
I must be a lucky charm, because the Hornets won, just like they did when I went back in January. And they scored over 100 points, which means free fries at McDonald’s today! Not that I’ll get them, but still.
One of the highlights for the evenings for me was when the older couple two rows back praised me lavishly for the boys’ exceptional behavior. I didn’t see anything extraordinary about it, but I guess when people see one adult with three little boys, they expect to see the kids running around like banshees? I don’t know, but it sure was nice to hear!
The other great moment was when we were walking back to the parking garage. There was a man playing saxophone on the sidewalk, and as we walked by, he changed his tune to “Three Blind Mice.” Love it. I sent the boys back to his bucket with a dollar each, to show our appreciation.
All in all, a fun night!