For the love of the food … err .. game

Ask yourself this …

What turns a game from a pass time to a passion?

One might say it is after the first taste of victory after hours of preparation. Others might point to the journey itself as the catalyst for the clarity. Others might say …

Food.

Yes, Food. Well, if you are talking to Bryson that is. It shouldn’t surprise us. Take his outing to Brewer’s park a few weeks back. While normal kids would seek out the kids zone, Bryson pulled Nick and Grandpa through a ‘food stand’ (ala pub) crawl. Only when his inner incinerator was sated would he ponder more mundane things like “Kids Zone” (note: Nick reported a 30 mph lefty express) and it was in the Kid Zone, that fate would give Bryson a taste of the best food yet.

The food of the Gods.

Baseball Gods that is. You see, the staff at Miller Park decided our hyper (sugar high) kid was the pick of the litter for their sausage toss challenge. In this event, a young child gets to go out in the outfield and attempt to catch 3 out of 5 sausages thrown by Bernie Brewer from the upper deck (basically) on a hula hoop covered with felt to look like a pizza (sans sausages of course). The prize? Free pizzas for all the people in your section.

If you could catch it that is.

So out he went in the 2nd inning … with 30,000 people looking on. The first toss he missed but then he hit his stride ‘catching’ three flying meatballs in a row. Later, when asked how he overcame the slow start and the intimidation of so many people watching he would report that he just focused on the sausage. Now that is advice we could all learn from.