The cubbies lost.

Crystal (a first year) and Brad (her husband) came over for the Louisville game yesterday (they are from Louisville). Crystal had an accident earlier in the week so Brad handed off his spring training tickets to watch Colorado Rockies and the Cubs play. The game started at 1:10 today. We rode the city bus

from the Target parking lot to the front of the s

tadium. It was so convenient. We find our seats (behind 2nd base). A moment later I hear someone yell my nam

e. It was my friend Jenna (fourth year). She and her daughter were sitting a row behind us. This worked out well. We each got to leave our "mom bags" with the other as we ran to grab snacks (and there were a lot of snacks). But, Turner stayed for the entire game in the sun taking it all in.

The most memorable part, I'm sure , is the cotton candy on a stick. As soon as we walked in he spotted it. I had wanted to hold off on that at least until the third inning...it didn't happen. He chose the blue one; the lady let us cut in front of all the people waiting for snow cones. In less than two minutes we were back at our seats. For the next inning, he was busy, pausing once to offer me a bite. He thoroughly enjoyed it.

And, in the process, he made friends with those sitting around us. Two rows of people were giggling as we made our way down the bleachers, me reminding Turner not to touch anyone.

His face was so blue. The picture really doesn't capture how sticky a kid can get in the desert sun with blue cotton candy and a water bottle. Really. We make friends in the line for the family restroom. One mom is telling her daughter she has to come in the bathroom with her or she otherwise "will not count as family." Another mom is listening to Turner talk about his birthday. Everyone we came in contact with that was told that his birthday was April 2nd. If they did not react with surprise, as MariJayne did, then he would say, "That is real soon you know."

As we waited for the shuttle to return us to our car, Turner talked with a little girl and entertained her grandmother with talk of the Cardinals and the Cubbies. Moments before we found ourself in line as we walked across the parking lot, Turner asked me if our team won. I said, "No. The Cubbies lost. But, that happens." So, when we are waiting in line, the grandmother asks, "Did your team win?"

"No."

"Oh. Are you a Cubs fan?"

"I don't know. But the Cubbies lost."

She offers some condolence. A few moments later he picks up some dirt, lets it slide through his fingers, and then walks beside me. He turns to the lady, who says good bye to him as he walks up the line, and says, "Well my Cardinals won their game." I'm sure not everyone appreciated that, but it was really funny to be surrounded by all these hard core Arizona supporters.