I have been going to and listening to or watching Baseball games as long as I can remember. It was the first sport I understood completely and was able to apply strategy to.
I always stay to the end of the game. I never leave in the 8th inning exodus.
Even when we are losing by double digits.
I own three baseball movies, in my opinion the three best ever made. The Natural, Field of dreams, and For love of the game, and I watch them.
I was glued to the screen in 95 and ‘01.
I cried with Joey Cora.
I got misty eyed when the Kingdome blew (yes I watched it live on TV from my college town).
I booed and turned my back on A-Rod.
My darling husband and I had our first date at a game and our first kiss during the 4th inning of a game. The day I got married, I went to a game with my new spouse in our wedding attire. We went to games when I have been pregnant with every child except Charlotte. I have taken every infant to a game. My husband and I have both spent many of our birthdays at games.
I still get upset over shoeless Joe getting kicked out of the game but Sammy Sosa and Mark McGuire weren’t kicked and are still in the books.
I was proud of the ump and Detroit pitcher and the way they treated one another at the end of a heartbreaking mistake. Such genuine respect and kindness in sportsmanship.
I am no fair weather fan, and I am a dedicated follower of my team.
I was sad to see The kid go the first time, and to be honest watching one of my baseball greats from childhood retire mid season without a chance to say goodbye by attending one of the last of his games. I respect his decision, and the for the love of the game manner in which he did it. I will miss him dearly.
