He was 11 years old. I can relate with him about his mom. When I was going to games in 70 my friends and I would go to day games. We went to ALOT and felt like we had the run of the stadium. There was this box (4 seats) out in right that was always empty, and we'd sneak down to that box. We'd stay there for a bit, and then go on adventures in seating. So eventually we wanted to go to night games and my mom was like "I dunno about night games.." I said "mom its totally safe!" and she said "We'll see about that. You can go to that night game coming up but I'm going with you and your friends." I wasn't bummed that she wanted to go. I knew if I wanted to go to night games on a regular basis that I would have to go through what some might consider embarrassing. Jeeze, this is running to long (Buck almost Kaboomed--Tuefel holds Duds?), long story a lil shorter: So she comes to the game with us, we go up to nose bleed seats, and around 2 innings in I say "Okay, nows the time to sneak down to our special box seats (we could see they were empty). And my moms like : "I dunno about this sneaking business. You won't get in trouble, will you?" Me:"No way mom, we do it every game! That box is always empty and they never check tickets out there." So we go on down to the seats, I tell my mom to do like we always do, and thats look like you belong. Walk confident. Not sneaky. And we did and we got to the box. Sat there for maybe a half an inning when an usher came up and asked to see our tickets. Of course we didnt have any, and he busted us good and sent us back upstairs, and my mom was so embarrassed. We laughed about it later though, and from that day on I was allowed to go to Met night games w/o adult supervision. I was 12.