On Sunday, we went to church before the game. As always when traveling, I checked ahead to see what the church situation was in Fort Myers and didn't see much that was convenient to our campsite or to the ballpark (where there was a 1:05 p.m. first pitch). So I was prepared to spot a place somewhere nearby or perhaps just have a devotional with Peter at the campsite. When arriving at the game on Friday, we parked in the lot of Central United Methodist Church, whose marquee sign said, "Welcome Spring Training Fans!" Looked like we'd found a church for Sunday worship. Given the proximity and the warm welcome, I'd expected to see more fans in the service, but it was sparsely attended and few obvious fans. We were warmly welcomed by several parishioners, though. There was no childrens church available, so Peter sat with me for the whole service; not something he does often, but he did well. The minister was young and energetic, and Peter wondered why he was "preaching so crazy".
We saw Gail (Christy's aunt) almost as soon as we entered the park. Peter had some tooth fairy money to spend on a souvenir, so we visited the ballpark store with Gail. She was, I think, amused at my discussions with Peter about what he could afford, how much he would have to borrow from me, and what was just not worth the money. She said it was clear I was a finance professor and wondered what the interest rate would be (0% as long as he paid within the grace period, btw). After he found something he was happy with and purchased it, Gail noticed that there were some Wally (Red Sox mascot) books for sale. He already had one of them, but she asked if he would like her to buy the one he didn't have. The rest of the day was spent looking for Wally. We finally found him, and Peter got him to autograph the book for him. Our seats were 4th row behind first base, in the sun. We lasted 5 innings before the heat made Peter miserable and we headed out for the campsite where we could use the pool.
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