i usually sit where they are sitting. this was the first game where i had this great view. my guys. the bug and i have an agreement. we should aim to cheer just enough to lose our voices every game. usually i can hear his sweet voice yelling for the wimpy wimp to get back on his feet. this time i could watch the whole thing in addition to the game. him high fiving stubby hubs hunk, sarge, and mr p after sufficiently dooping*. this is a kid who has passion but usually reserves it for home. watching him yell and applaud his team with abandon warms the cockles of this old heart. as silly as it seems, his pure joy made me feel tied to him in some way. super healthy, not weird and overbearing.
we even got the goose to DOOP.
it was a good day!
*to doop: jump up and down singing doop to the doop song when the philadelphia union score.E