I grew up loving baseball, always thrilled when my dad took me to see the Red Sox play when I was a kid growing up in Boston. I religiously filled in my scorecard, followed the cheers, thrilled when a home run sailed high over the Green Monster.
And then I gave birth to soccer fans.
I suppose, living in Italy, such a development was inevitable. But when we were visiting relatives in Washington, D.C. and my kids had the possibility to see the Washington Nationals take on the New York Mets, I was horrified when they rolled their eyes and declared baseball “B-O-R-I-N-G”.
My sons sealed their fate with that comment, and off to the ballpark we all went.
They – ahem, blush- were pretty bored at first. But as I explained the rules, and they began to follow the game, they started enjoying themselves and joining in on the cheers.
It probably helped that they showed up on the big screen during the crowd scan. But when the game went into extra innings (thirteen!), a big difference from the soccer matches they love back in Italy, they insisted they wanted to stay to the end to see if the Nationals would win.
Okay, I accept that a passion for baseball won’t be replacing soccer mania anytime soon in our family, but I’m glad my kids enjoyed it and now know the rules. And I know it will be easier to get them out to future games, now that they’re more familiar with the game.
The Nationals ballpark is fantastic – the team didn’t even exist when I last worked in Washington. So when we’re back in D.C., we’ll definitely get back again to cheer on the Nationals.