If you’re going to take a toddler to a baseball game, it may has well be in the second row where there is extra legroom. My first game was in the 400-level of the vet where it smelled like vomit. Daddy got some sweet tickets and Lucy was fired up to see the Phils take on the Mets. She pretty much ordered everything on the menu during the game since she was our waitress’ favorite person and got her first baseball. Alex met Charlie Manuel, who signed his ticket and gave him a couple pieces of dubble bubble...”one for him and one for his sister.” Gemma got JT Realmuto’s autograph, her favorite. We got to see another great game and solid win, but the Phanatic stole their hearts.
