This morning, the day before Easter, I took Oliver to the Rockland Boulders stadium nearby.  It’s a minor league baseball stadium that is pretty nice.  There was a Halloween event last year that Oliver seemed to dig, plus it was free so it was cool to get out of the house for a bit and check things out.  Monica stayed home as she wasn’t feeling well.

 

This thing started at 8:45.  Oliver and I got there at 8:38 and there was already a line wrapped around the front of the building.  We hopped on line with the cold wind blowing to the point where it nearly knocked us over.  Oliver sat on my shoulders, wearing his Ninja Turtles sunglasses and clutching his Easter basket.  He was ready.  We’ve been talking about going to this for at least a week.

 

At long last, the doors open and we get on another line.  Everyone was broken up into two groups:  Kids 5 and under and kids 6-10.  From this vantage point, we could see that the outfield was covered in colored plastic eggs.  There was a small divider breaking it up into two sections.  This was going to be a madhouse.

 

After waiting on this line for a few minutes with the wind still barreling down, we were ushered onto the field itself.  Me and at least a hundred other parents crowded around the field, holding back kids that were anxiously awaiting to grab some eggs.  Oliver kept pushing forward, ready to go.  He didn’t understand why he had to wait.  The eggs were right there!  He had no idea what was inside them.  He just wanted to grab them.

 

At this point, there was a guy with a microphone walking around, reminding everyone of where to line up and plugging the corporate sponsors.  Boulder Bird, the team mascot popped up and even he was having trouble with the wind.  Oh, and there was an Easter bunny.  They were all trying to keep everyone entertained until the crowd could file down the stairs and get to the field.  This was going to be fast and if you weren’t on the field when the whistle blew, you weren’t getting anything.  Microphone guy gave the one minute warning.  Things were about to get under way.

 

Then it happened.  A lone kid ran out onto the field in the 5 and under section.  His mom ran after him but it was too late.  The damage was done.  The flood gates were opened.  A horde of screaming kids and parents came bolting onto the field.  Oliver and I ran out there.  We got a few feet out with me urging Oliver to pick up the eggs before he got the hint.  He grabbed one or two as people passed us by, going for the eggs deeper in the field.  Then Oliver became an egg-grabbing machine.  He had a mission and that was to get as many eggs as possible.  We had a nice little area where we weren’t really being bothered.  The older kids had run by us already and the real little ones were still putzing around at the line.  He nabbed five eggs and then one more that he basically took right before another kid could claim it.  Just like that, it was over.  I looked around and there was not a single egg left on the ground.

 

I picked up Oliver and had a look around.  He was shivering from the cold so I held him close.  He showed moderate interest in Boulder Bird for a minute but didn’t want to get close enough to actually get a picture with him.  After circling the mascot for a few minutes, we head out.  In the car, Oliver was eager to check out his winnings.  After opening an egg, he bit into a fun size Snickers without taking the package off.  It was 9:30 AM.

 

 

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