Root, Root, Root for the home team

Spent a nice day outside today. Decided to take advantage of the fact that we live near several colleges to see some free sports games. Went over to St. Lawrence first. Dan went there for soph-Sr year, his Mom and uncle are alums, and his Dad taught English and was a Dean. They were hosting the Lacrosse League championship. I couldn't quite get Nathan to watch the ball. He kept getting scared by some guy who was yelling himself hoarse, and got really frightened when the home team scored and everyone yelled and banged the bleachers.

After a pit stop at the In-laws, we went to Clarkson University, they were hosting St. Lawrence in a baseball doubleheader. This time I took us over to the fence next to the dugout where it would be quieter. But Nathan still didn't want to watch the game because he kept getting distracted by the dogs that people had brought. And then he got in a near scuffle with some other kids. He's so unsocialized from spending all winter with just Claire and I. He thinks when he sees other people that he can just run up to them and say hi and they'll automatically want to play with him. Plus, he's big for his age, so other kids don't understand why he's behaving that way, they think he should know better. We've been spending more time at the playground with some kids we met there, but I think I need to look into some structered class or gym time for him to try.

It's funny that we did baseball and lacrosse today. Dan and I are in a small battle over Nathan (and Claire's) sport's soul. Dan is not a baseball fan. I like lacrosse well enough, but I don't think there's a mother in the world who actually likes watching her child play a heavy contact sport. Especially if I have to endure Hockey too. Which is pretty much a given when you live in Upstate New York.