Angel in the Outfield

Last night Rachel, Crew and I had an awesome opportunity to attend the LA Angels game. The seats couldn't have been better, just another perk of the job.

Crew spent a lot of time with his mouth on the railing. Crew knows a little bit about baseball. We play it together every night. He knows what it means to hit a home-run and a foul ball. Crew also thinks its funny when I say "Hey batter, batter, batter..."

The gentlemen who took us to the game also brought some of my co-workers and his kids. Crew really looked up to Michael and watched his every move. 

The best thing about baseball game is peanuts, cracker-jacks, and baseball cards.

"Hey batter, batter, baaaaaaatterrrrrrrr..... Swiiiiiiiing Baaaaaatterrrrrrr!"

"Crew, we only eat the peanuts NOT the Shell!" Where was Grandpa Nelson to show his great grandson how to eat peanuts?

Morgan and Crew sitting in a tree.... k-i-s-s-i-n-g!

Crew seriously drank half of my pepsi before I knew what had happened.

The game was one of the best baseball games I have ever seen. The LA Angels Ralley Monkey was out in full force. The bottom of ninth the score was 3-3. The count was full with two outs and a man on 1st. The last pitch of the game was tossed and the LA Angels catcher put his bat on the ball. The ball sailed through the air into deep left field (right where we were sitting). The Left fielder approached the warning track and LA held their breath. The rest was "GONE JOHNSON !!!!!" A walk off two run homerun shot! The crowd erupted! Crew was at the back of the suite playing with some toys during the two run homerun blast. The noise of the crowd made my little man cry with fear. What a great MLB/ father-son moment.