Now you know my dad loved those Yankees. I think I liked them because I lived in NY, met a few players and got to go to the World Series. After that, my interest in the team and baseball in general waned.
I married The Big Guy in 2008. He asked if we could go to a ballgame, so off we went to a Phillies game. I got the cheap seats, and we went to several games. By the middle of the season we could both name the players, knew what a can of corn was (easy catch by a fielder), the positions, and the names of everyone on the team. The Phillies won the World Series! We were hooked. We spent as much as $300 a ticket. It was nuts, but we did it. Howard, Rollins, Werth, Victorino, Ibanez, Ruiz, they were all golden, and young.
We kept going to the games, still buying too expensive seats, until TBG decided we should try spring training instead. It’s cheap! There are no bad seats! It’s warm! Same bad hot dogs and obnoxious fans.We haven’t been to a game in Philly for several years, but we actually bought a really nice mobile home so we can go down in February and watch The Boys of Summer. It doesn’t really matter that the young team from 2008 is gone;. Going down in February makes me feel hopeful and happy. There are new players to see, more baseballs to bring to get signed, and more hot dogs to eat.
Put me in coach, I’m ready to play.