Not long after, Ronee dropped Martin and David off at the stadium for the game. Ronee could tell the two were equally excited, although David's excitement seemed to have more to do with spending time with Martin than the actual game. David had heard his father's opinion on sports too many times to find them interesting. But Martin would not give up so easily. He was convinced that seeing an actual game would turn his beloved grandson into a sports fan.

As they walked toward their seats, Martin tried to get David to show some enthusiasm for the national pastime. "Maybe we'll be able to catch a fly ball," he said.

"Do you know what the odds are of that actually happening?" David replied. Sometimes he sounded so much like Niles, it almost scared Martin.

Just then, a voice from a few feet over called, "Hey, Martin!" He turned, and to his surprise, saw Roz Doyle standing there.

Roz made her way over to where Martin was and greeted him with a hug. "I didn't know you guys were coming today."

Martin shrugged. "Niles and Daphne are going out on a date," he explained.

David made a slight gagging sound. "I think they're going to kiss!"

Roz smiled. "With your parents, that goes without saying." But she understood how David felt. In the beginning, it was difficult to take Niles and Daphne's public displays of affection. Especially since Roz's own love life was usually nowhere near as exciting.

"Is Alice with you?" David asked hopefully. Since Roz and Daphne often took turns baby-sitting, David and Alice had grown up together.

Roz shook her head. "She's not home much anymore. It seems like all she wants to do these days is go to the mall with her friends and talk to boys."

Martin grinned. "Hm...I wonder where she could be getting that from?" He pretended to be thinking the question over.

Roz shot him a mock annoyed look. "Yeah, well, I just hope she's more popular than I was at that age."

Martin tried to look behind Roz to see if anyone was coming toward her. "Are you here by yourself?" he asked. "That doesn't sound like you."

Roz pointed toward the concession stand. "Actually, I'm here with Bulldog."

Martin tried his best not to look too shocked. "Oh, really?"

"I don't blame you for being surprised. But Bulldog's really changed a lot these last couple years. Since Frasier moved away, I don't know what I'd do without him." Suddenly, there was a commotion behind her. Both she and Martin looked to see what was going on. Bulldog was arguing loudly with the woman behind the concession counter. "Well, I never said he was perfect," Roz said when she saw the skeptical look on Martin's face.

"I'm very happy for you, Roz," Martin said, giving her a slight embrace. But the look on his face said he was more than a little concerned about Roz and Bulldog's relationship.

Martin quickly ushered David off to find their seats. "Well, here we are," he said. "And we've got a great view of the field." Once again, he tried to sound as excited as possible.

"Are you sure we should sit here?" David asked, clearly worried. "It looks kind of dirty." He pointed to a few crumbs on the seat. Martin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. David was definitely Niles' son, there was no question about it. Without saying a word, Martin carefully lowered himself into his seat.

Seeing the difficulty his grandfather was having, David asked, "Have you been doing your exercises like you're supposed to?"

"Your mother told you to ask me that, didn't she?" Martin replied, this time unable to hide his frustration. David shook his head, and Martin could tell it wasn't a lie. The one thing David had inherited from Daphne was a concern for Martin's well-being. At first, it had annoyed Martin. No one wants to be lectured to by a pre-schooler. But he came to realize that, although she no longer worked for him, Daphne would never fully let go of her role as Martin's caretaker. And if her son had picked that up from her, it was necessarily a bad thing.

Martin's thoughts were interrupted by the National Anthem being played over the stadium's loudspeakers. With a slight groan, he managed to stand and put his hand over his heart. The music reminded him how precious this moment was. Even if David didn't come to share Martin's passion for sports, at least he was able to share this experience with him. Considering how long it had taken for Niles and Daphne to finally get together, let alone have a child, it was practically a miracle Martin was even here to do this.

The song ended, and they both sat down. On the field, the players were taking their places to begin the game. David watched for a moment, then turned to Martin. "You know, Dad says that baseball's just for people who can't appreciate the beauty of a good chess match."

Martin breathed a small sigh. Couldn't David at least try to enjoy the game? "What does your mother say when you say stuff like that?"

The boy shrugged. "She just says she's glad I won't be coming home with lots of injuries like Uncle Simon."

Martin chuckled. Leave it to Daphne to see it that way, he thought. For a few moments, the two sat in silence, watching the action on the field. David seemed to be paying attention, but he didn't get excited when the home team scored a run. Martin was beginning to think this whole idea was stupid. It's just like when I brought Frasier and Niles here, he thought. I'm trying to force him to like what I like. He could remember many times when his sons had tried to do the same to him by dragging him to the opera. And now here he was doing it to his own grandson. On the other hand, sports had been a big part of Martin's life. And it wasn't such a crime for him to want to at least expose David to them. Especially since he knew Niles wasn't going to do it anytime soon. If he really hates doing this, I'll just let it go, Martin thought. There's no use forcing him. I guess I could stick to taking him to museums or something. The thought of going to a museum with his grandson didn't exactly thrill him, but since this was the first time he had grandchild living in Seattle full-time, he wanted to make the most of it.

Once again, Martin's thoughts were interrupted. This time it was his cellphone . He thought it might be Ronee. Or else Daphne, calling to say she missed her son. But as soon as Martin looked at his caller ID, he knew it wasn't either of them. "Hey, Frase," Martin said as he took the call. "How are things in the Windy City?"

"Oh, you know, my show keeps me pretty busy. Listen, I just called the house and Ronee told me you were out with David. Where did you take him? Not McGinty's, I hope."

Martin laughed. "No. Unlike you, I wouldn't take a child to a bar." Martin knew Frasier had often taken his son, Frederick, to his favorite bar back when he lived in Boston. "Niles and Daphne wanted a night to themselves, so I offered to bring David to a Mariners' game," he explained.

"Oh, that's right," Frasier said, remembering. "Niles told me they were going to a dance at his country club. It's amazing that they still do things like that after all this time."

"I know," Martin replied. "I never thought I'd live to see the day your brother would be happily married!"

"Well, they certainly did take their time getting together," Frasier said, remembering how he'd told Niles how Daphne felt about him just in time for Niles to stop her from marrying someone else. "I guess when you come so close to missing out on something, it's hard to take it for granted." Frasier couldn't help sounding a bit envious of his brother's relationship.

"Something tells me you didn't call just to talk about your brother," Martin said. He had a feeling he knew the real reason for Frasier's call. He and his girlfriend, Charlotte, had been discussing marriage for a while now, but had yet to make any definite plans. Their work schedules made it difficult to set a date, much less plan an entire wedding.

"I should've known you wouldn't be fooled," Frasier laughed. "It's about Charlotte and me."

"Gee, I never would've guessed that," Martin said sarcastically.

Frasier laughed. A few years ago, he would never have believed he and his father would be this close. But living together had completely changed their relationship. It was something he would always be grateful for. "Dad, listen, Charlotte and I were thinking of coming out to Seattle next week. Do you think Roz and Daphne would be willing to do me a favor?"

"What kind of favor?" Martin asked with a grin, pretending he had no idea where this was going.

"Well, Charlotte says she wants to look at some wedding dresses. She doesn't have many girlfriends left in Seattle, so I told her she could borrow a couple of mine."

Martin opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Grandpa, I'm hungry!" David announced.

"Uh, Frase, why don't I call you back later tonight?" Martin said into the phone. As happy as he was to hear his son's good news, he decided it was best not to ignore David. He ended the call, and returned his phone to his pants pocket.