We took our grandson to a River Cats game this evening and had some discussions about whether he wanted to meet Dinger - the mascot. Mason is going to be three next week and his relationship with Dinger is uncertain. Dinger kept inching to our seat and all of a sudden we noticed Mason was under his seat and was holding it down with one hand. He stayed there until Dinger was gone then encouraged me and my wife to go down and "be nice to him."
Later in the game a batter hit one back in the section next to ours and over the back. When that happens the sound effects guy does a squealing cat. Mason remarked that "That cat is dead, got the air pushed out of him."