Phillies Baseball Academy Camper's Reunion night at Citizen's Bank Park
Family members of Chase's who bought tickets to see Chase in the Camper's Parade prior to the game.
Minutes prior to the game that campers needed to be there.
Minutes in mild traffic to get into the city.
Seconds that RJ enjoyed sitting in his seat before all hell broke loose.
Number of times he picked up and put back his drink in the nifty little cup holder in front of me before I put a stop to it.
The amount of dollars we spent on two hot dogs, one large fry, one refillable soda, one super-giant popcorn, and two beers (Sam Adams Summer Love - a bit hoppy, but still yummy!)
The number of times Roger or I took RJ on a walk to try to wear him out.
Leftover rain puddle in probably all of the stadium that RJ found nearly immediately on his second walk.
Percent of RJ's clothing that was actually still dry when we got back from THAT walk.
The number of times RJ spit popcorn on the back of the man seated in front of us. Thankfully he didn't know it!!
The number of times one of our smaller children accidently kicked, bumped or swiped the people in front of us.
Number of looks we got from the unfortunate people who sat in front of us. For the record, they had only arrived to their seats about 20 minutes before we decided to throw in the towel. We thankfully had 1 hour and 40 minutes of empty seats in front of us.
Number of times RJ lost his shoes after getting his feet or legs stuck in the foldy seats.
Number of times we had to pull him out from some impossible space in between the seats.
Number of times I considered tying him to the seat with our Mei Tai wrap. Not that it would have made much of a difference.
Percent of time one of us had one hand on his arm, leg, shirt, foot as he attempted these maneuvers, lest he trip and fall forward out of the nosebleed section that was offered at a discount to us baseball camp families.
The number of full innings we were at the game before we strapped the rascal to my back and got the heck out of there.
Number of minutes he fought, kicked, pulled at my ears and growled at me once he was strapped to my back.
The number of seconds it took me to remember that he was soaked from the puddle once he was strapped tight again my back.
The number of times Riley said, "I can't walk anymore!" on the way back to the car.
Six - The number of dollars we saved by parking far away.
The number scored by both teams at the time we left the stadium.
Total hours we were in the stadium.
