We've been regrettably paying less attention to baseball over the last couple of week. Just busy. So we head to our mini season ticket seats at Frisco last night to see the Hooks, and poof, that's El Kabong playing first base for CC. Hot damn. Out comes mom's smart phone for pictures.
The rest of the evening was spent bantering about WWEKDOS- What Would El Kabong Do Or Say? inspired by his friendly smiling and chatting with kids seated closest to the on-deck circle.
Me: (when Lee was a baserunner on 1st) Look, son, he's having a nice conversation with the 1st baseman while they gripe at the Riders' pitcher.
Older Son: Yeah, he's giving that guy some advice. He's like 6 years older than me. He needs it.
Me: "Mr. Lee! Mr. Lee! It's sooo beast that you still play baseball! You're totally old enough to be my dad!"
Older Son: "I am your papa, hijo, now move your patas and let Papa show you how it's done."
Even the Riders fans in front of us laughed at the boy.
