The other night, a former Teach For America colleague who now works for Sporting Kansas City, took us to our first Sporting KC game. This friend, Peter got us a dinner at the buffet in the VIP section, took us out on the field and gave us free seats. Dawson was quite intrigued by the whole event. When Sporting KC just missed a goal, the crowd belted out a loud cry of anguish, which caused Dawson to declare, "that scared me." He enjoyed clapping along with the crowd and impatiently asked us to go watch the "soccer ball game" or "baseball game" (he gets his sports mixed up). I'm pretty sure Dawson's favorite part of the night was all the cheese in the buffet line. My favorite part was when he wandered into a crowd of older, distinguished looking men who tried to strike up a conversation with Dawson, but he just stood in the circle of them shyly looking at his feet. We found out later that group was a group of the owners of the soccer club. I wish Dawson had smoozed them a little bit more. As you can tell from the pictures, Dawson was not in the mood to be looking at the camera.
