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.)