Baseball is for the kids

Photo by Nick Cammett/Diamond Images via Getty ImagesIt’s not all about wins and losses. Maybe that’s something losers say, but I’m going to stubbornly believe that it’s true.

I had my first chance to attend a Cleveland Guardians game on Friday night and I took my four-year-old, Elliot, and my two-year-old (about to turn three), Auggie. Just three men out on the town, you know, as my wife and six-month-old daughter held down the fort at home.

What follows is a brief account of our experience at the game, going back and forth between my kids speaking, me speaking, narrative, and my internal dialogue. (They call me “daddo”, something my oldest son started during his early period of talking when…