I received the greatest gift a dad could get this Father’s Day. It was a certificate from my eldest son for a trip with him to a minor league baseball game, date to be determined. Ever since June, I’ve been wondering when we would go. Well, we finally selected a date this week and it’s tonight. The really good news is that, because of yesterday’s rainout, tonight’s game will be a doubleheader—with fireworks afterward.
I could hardly sleep last night (and that was even before I learned of the rainout and subsequent doubling up of games). As a kid, the most wonderful thing I ever did was go to a Brooklyn Dodgers baseball game with my brother and our dad. It was always an adventure: driving to the ballpark, the first glimpse of the field as we entered, the smell of hot dogs, popcorn, and even cigars. I’ve never forgotten the experience. Now, here I am at the age of 74, and I’m just as excited, but instead of my dad taking me, it’s my son. Even better! Baseball has always been a generational game, and my son and I are living proof that the tradition continues.
We’re going to the Charlotte Knights game, and the Knights are in a strong position to win a spot in the Triple A playoffs. So, unlike so many minor league games I’ve attended in the past, tonight’s contests will have real meaning. I checked the weather report, and it’s a beauty. High temperature will be in the middle 70s and overcast—perfect conditions for a ballgame, let alone two! I’m already thinking about what I’ll get to eat. Right now, the leading contender is nachos. But I reserve the right to change my mind should something better present itself on the menu. And definitely at least one beer (since I won’t be driving).
The Dodgers may not play in Ebbets Field anymore, and the “Boys of Summer” may be ancient history, but there’s baseball at BB&T Ballpark tonight, and I’ll be there! Now, if I can only remember the words to “Take Me Out to the Ball game” . . . Aw, heck, who cares? By the time the seventh inning stretch rolls around I’ll probably be asleep. But I’ll sure be happy! (Thanks, Dave.)
Asleep??? And give your son something to chuckle about??? C’mon Joe, there’s a game out there to be played, even if it is only the seventh inning. Just hope your son stays awake. lol Again, you’ve shared with us another wonderful story . . . please let there be more.
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The Charlotte Knights split the doubleheader and the nachos were supreme! What a fabulous venue, too, with terrific fireworks afterward. And of course the company was the absolute best.
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Tripe A is often better than the MLB games because the young players are trying to get to the bigs. Also, the ball parks are smaller that that means smaller crowds. I miss baseball but know of nobody who would go with me. Baseball, like all sports requires companionship to be fully enjoyed.
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You’re so right. And I was privileged to be accompanied by my son. What could be better? 😊
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