Last weekend, Ryan and I took Mac to his first football game.
Our hometown team has been doing pretty well lately - they've won 2 of 4 games! TWO! That's already as many games as they won ALL LAST YEAR. Maybe that's not saying much, but it's big news around these parts. No, not as big as the Cards making the Wild Card, but pretty big. Ok, a little big. Whatever.
Ryan and I hadn't been to a game in ages, so it was a treat for us as well.
Our seats were great - about 12 rows from the field, behind the end zone.
Mac absolutely loved the game and had a great time. He loved all the action, all the people and the cheering. Every time the crowd would cheer, he'd squeal right along with them, like he knew what he was doing. He also loves being the center of attention, so he was putting on "the Mac show" for everyone around us by singing and kicking, blowing bubbles and smiling at all the women. He's such a flirt.
He only had one little episode of fussiness. We went out to the hall, he snuggled into my neck and fell asleep while I walked him around the concourse. After a quick 15 minute power nap, he was back to being a fun happy baby. I think he even watched the game.
The game was actually great. Our kicker is a total badass. He set a Rams kicking record for longest field goat. That was pretty cool. The Rams were losing when we got there, but turned things around and ended up winning! Maybe our little Mac-Man is good luck?
Such a fun way to spend the afternoon.
We may have to go back soon.