Looking for Bubba, the mascot
The sun was bright--could you tell?:-)
There is a minor league baseball team that plays in Jamestown. Every year, we like to try and go to a game. Two years ago, there was a friend of Adam's that happened to be playing for the Jammers! We didn't know anyone this year, but we still had fun. This was Paxton's first baseball game. He did really well, despite the fact that it got cooler and cooler; it was 63 when we left at 9.
When we walked in, the ticket guy gave Pax his first baseball! He had caught a fly ball and gave it to us! Pax loved it and I had to put it away because he kept throwing it. He has a pretty good arm already!
The mascot was at the game, and Pax did not like him. Even though he was very curious about him, he would freak out and literally CLIMB up me whenever he saw him, whether he was close or not. His name was Bubba, and he was a purple monkey (I know, scary, right?). Every time Pax couldn't see him, he would call his name and wonder where he went. He got up the courage one time to give him a high 5, but Brad said his hand was trembling when he brought his hand back. He was asking about him the rest of the evening, and would look really scared when you mentioned his name! Poor little guy!
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