For some, going to the ballgame means watching the team play, enjoying the pipe organ, booing the opponents. Not for my girls. For them it means Rockey Hopper, Slides, playing games and total oblivion that a game even exists. Oh, well! We had a blast last night anyway. Here are some pictures...
Ok, so we're not quite ready for Disney!
This is as close as they would get. You should have seen the grip marks on Erik's arm! 
Foam Fingers Rock!!
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