Taking my son to first Yankees game

The Yankees went 0-2 this weekend. They played horrible. Their offense is a joke. But I'll always remember this weekend of baseball, as I took my son to his first game on Sunday.

First, on Saturday, I had seats of a lifetime to the Yankees-Twins game. I got super lucky to get my grimy paws on these. The Yanks played some uninspiring baseball, but taking in a MLB game from the first row behind home plate is incredibly awesome, despite the outcome of the game. I was on TV all game. Crazy.

Then, on Sunday, I took my son to his first Yankees game with my wife. It was hot as hell, in the 90s, which makes for a pretty disgusting time lugging the kid in with stroller, diaper bag, etc. It was Bat Day as well, but we planned to arrive a little late so that we could avoid the initial rush of traffic. We arrived in the bottom of the first, and luckily I was still able to get my son a bat.

We checked the stroller and made our way to our seats, which were in the first level on the third base line. Luckily, the seats were covered by the second deck, so we weren't in the sun. For the most part, he was really good. Got a bit antsy at times, but really no complaints. Ate some of my hot dog, and even had a few Dippin' Dots.

You can stop by Guest Relations as well, and the Yankees print out a "First Game" certificate with his name on it. I'm definitely going to make a cool display in his room with the bat from Bat Day, his ticket stub, and his certificate.

I won't lie. I got a little emotional when I walked into the Stadium with him. It was weird and unexpected. I know I'll take him to a lot more games, and hopefully he'll be interested in going and understand what he's seeing. But taking him to his first game was really special, and a moment I'll never forget as a father.