Back in May my Dad had invited Jackson to attend a Yankees game the week school got out. As time approached he had been looking forward to it for a month and was pretty excited but his own baseball team which had a great Spring season, still had not had their division playoffs due to weather, etc. So of course, we started the last week of school with the collision of the two biggest things in the mind of my baseball obsessed nine-year-old. Monday we got word that Thursday was going to be the semi-finals. All indications pointed to a championship game on Friday, the same night as the Yankees game! Of course, we had no idea if they would advance beyond the semi-finals and wouldn't know until late Thursday evening, so Jackson had to agree that Nana and Pops would buy his ticket and if he had to miss it to play in the finals he would send Francis in his place. Not an easy decision for a boy who hates to miss anything, but in the end Francis went to the Yankees game and Jackson stayed home to help his team win the championship. (more on that here)
As a consolation, we promised him the chance to go to a game later in the summer and so a couple of weeks ago he picked out a game (based on the probable pitchers, of course) and he and I took the train into the city. I stumbled upon some seats that were affordable and looked okay and we were pleasantly surprised to find they were only one row back from the field. We spent the game just 20 ft from Alphonso Soriano, who with a grand slam, home run and seven RBI's was easily that night's MVP.
Anyway, we had such a good time we barely got up to get food. He and I haven't been anywhere without the little kids, since Francis was born. (except the ER) You can see us in this clip http://wapc.mlb.com/nyy/play/?content_id=29721947&topic_id=8879110&c_id=nyy just above the "A" and "R" in "celebrate" around the 1:37 mark.
Here are some pictures that we took:

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