This is Graham. He was in the seat catty-cornered from my husband, Ron. Throughout the first 6 innings of the Memorial Day game at The K, Graham faithfully went forward to the wall and waited so politely for the ballboy to see his sign and, hopefully, give him a ball for his birthday. As is the way of baseball games, several boys and girls would gather and little Graham didn’t utter a word. He just stood there and held his sign. My daughters, having strong motherly instincts, started hollering at the ballboy, ‘Hey! It’s His Birthday! Give him a ball’ in unison, several times. A lot. I’m so serious. They were becoming so indignant. 🙂
They come by it honest.
The persuaders, aka my daughters
Our front row seats. Awesome!
Finally a foul ball was hit our way and a little boy to our left was the recipient of 2 balls. The first was donated to him after some throwing practice. The second from this foul ball. After some sweet cajoling, my daughters persuaded the boy to give one of his to Graham.
Little did we know, the ball donation was being captured on tv. Thanks to some friends back home, we were texted these snapshots. Such a happy ending!