Henry's too much of a handful to get to go to many games this year, but it's a lot easier when he can run around in Godfather Gregg's suite. We lasted through the ninth inning when Griffey went down with the bases loaded in a sea of popping flashbulbs, but when the 10th inning began we headed for home. (Amy and I heard the final out sitting in our driveway with the three kids sleeping in the back.)