Rockets Fan (or not)

We went to the Rockets game last night.  Mark got some tickets through work, and they were great seats in the 17th row.  We decided to take Brielle with us, to see how she'd do.  She didn't know exactly what was going on, but she seemed to do just fine.  Until the amazing slam dunk play 15 minutes into the first quarter.  It was an amazing play.  The crowd went wild.  And Brielle looked at us as her big gray eyes welled with tears and she started to cry.  Big crocodile tears.  With the hiccoughing sobs.  Poor little tender heart!  I felt like the worst parent in the world for subjecting her to such loud noises.  We got her to calm down, but every time the crowd cheered, she would look at us with her eyes wide and start to cry again.  I guess the sudden change in volume was just too much for her little nerves to handle.  We stayed until half-time, and then we decided to go home.  I guess it will take some time before Brielle is a Rocket's fan.

Mommy, Daddy, and Brielle at the game.  Sorry it's kind of retarded.  It was self-taken.

Our little tender-heart.  Can you tell she's not so excited?