This was the day after Easter and James was still not quite 100%. Actually, he was hovering somewhere near 30%, but we already had tickets so we dragged him to the game. It turned out that "feverish and tired" is the ONLY way to take James to a game because he actually sat in his seat and lasted about four innings.
This pretty much sums up how he felt on the way home. He fell asleep while I was carrying him to the Metro (unheard of!) and stayed asleep through the whole train ride home.
Poor kid, BUT "first baseball game?" CHECK.
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