There are three things in my life which I really love: God, my family, and baseball. Characters: Happy, OTA Setting: Yankees stadium Content: Nothing questionable Summary: Happy has a father-son outing with his baby
It was the eighth inning of the Yankees' seventy-fifth game of the season at home and so far it was shaping up to be a heckuva blow out. The Rockies were down by five runs and Rodriguez had already doubled two runs in the third inning and Sabathia was pitching solidly through eight. This was a pretty good day and Happy was sharing it with his infant son, sitting along the first baseline at Yankee Stadium and bouncing Anthony on his knee. While mommy was away the boys would play- or rather, Happy was gonna take Anthony out to his first solo father-son baseball game. Pepper had been a little (understandably) paranoid since Anthony had been kidnapped and it was nice to be able to take his son out without Pepper's constant worry added to his own.
It was hard enough on the new parents dealing with the regular baby concerns, but they got the addition of being targets for terrorists and their boss' super villain enemies. Happy had accepted the danger for himself a long time ago, it was just going to take awhile to accept it for his children, too. Today though, none of that mattered, today was just having fun. Anthony had been behaving surprisingly well, gurgling happily in his father's lap and wearing a tiny Yankees baseball cap. It was just a shame he was too young to have a ballpark hot dog.
Teixeira hit a home run into right field and Happy cheered, holding up Anthony and waving one of his little fists in the air. "That's Mark Teixeira," he explained to his son, "He's a good hitter, he just starts out slow. I was never very good when I played. Little League. Guess you can't ever play, huh, kiddo? Unfair advantage." Happy chuckled and plucked at the edge of one of Anthony's wings and Anthony blinked up at him and frowned. A half a minute later and his small face was screwed up, his fingers balled, and it was only a matter of time before he started to wail. Happy knew that red faced fervor and started gathering up their things in order to take Anthony for a walk around the stadium. Diaper bag slung over his shoulder and baby in his arms, Happy left his seat and began a trek up the stairs and out to the concession stands. He didn't mind missing the end of the game, it was almost over anyway. Chances were the Yankees would win.