Grandpa treated us to a Wingnuts baseball game a couple of weekends ago. It was great for the kids because there weren’t many people around, which meant they could move around. Jack was quite the captive audience…between every inning when the mascot came out. The game wasn’t that great because the Wingnuts won like 15-2, but we left before the very end.
In fact, Jack liked the mascot so much that he pretended he was the squirrel for the Wingnuts and made us all take a picture with him while Matt’s parents were in town.