Last April, I attempted to take Curtis to his first Jazz game, only to have him decide at the last second that he didn't want to go.
Because I'm a resilient father (or maybe stubborn...or stupid), I gave it another shot.
I tried to learn from last season's mistake. This time around, we left straight from our house so the allure of grandma's house or cookies or toys could not distract him. Traci was not allowed to speak of what she, Paige, and Tate were going to do while we were gone. We were only focusing on the game.
We successfully made it into the car (which I know isn't true success; I still remember when I took Curtis to Monster Jam and he didn't start bawling until we were all the way to the arena) and he was still pretty excited about the game.
|At the Gateway before the game|
It only got better from there:
- We had aisle seats on the eighth row (thanks, New Job)
- The Jazz Bear slid down the stairs on his sled right next to us
- The Jazz dancers danced right next to us (Dad like this part)
- During a timeout, the Jazz Bear played Curt's favorite sport, human bowling, and got a strike (with the help of Little Jazz Bear)!
- Curtis and were on the Jumbo Tron for like 15 seconds (me shaking my keys and whooping it up for the "Show us Your Keys" contest; Curtis refusing to acknowledge the camera)
Curtis, being Curtis, did not allow his emotions to get the best of him. I don't think I saw him smile the entire night. (But I did spy the half-smile he does when he wants to smile, but doesn't want you to see it.) But I knew he was having a great time.
|In our matching shirts|
He ran straight up to Paige and said excitedly, "Paige! We got shirts and the Jazz Bear rode on his sled and Dad was shaking his keys and the Jazz wore their green jerseys but they didn't win and the Jazz Bear knocked down all the pins and I got this cool bouncy ball."
The night was a success. He's already asked when we can go to another game.
And that makes my heart happy.