Unless you've been living under a rock, you know the Yankees made it to the post-season and have been playing the Twins. Thanks to my dad's business trip this weekend, hubby and I were able to snag his tickets to Friday's night game.
What an amazing game!
The seats were great, but I'm the type of girl who thinks any seat inside the stadium is good. I don't need the Food Network cooking my dinner, but they did. And miraculously, I actually felt pretty good for most of the game. (That's a long story...one for another post)
The game was close, thanks to a number of bad calls by the umps, idiotic base running mistakes and plays that you'd only expect to see from little leaguers and the bad news bears. Yes, the Stadium went nuts when A-Rod finally did his job and came through when we needed him to. But the fans actually were louder when Molina got pulled from the game. I still don't know how the Yanks managed to get out of the 11th without letting any runs score and then came up big to pull ahead and win in the bottom of the inning.
Like I said, it was incredible. But something was very noticeably missing. Much as I love spending time with hubby, there's nothing like being at a ballgame with my dad.
The perfect game is spent in the Bronx, scorecard in my right hand, a dog in my left. And always seated next to me is my dad, rattling off baseball trivia and hurling insults at the players that crack up the section. Without him there, it's just not the same.
Almost perfect, but not quite right.
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How cool that you got to go enjoy the game - I agree, any seat inside the stadium is a good one. :)
Love the last part - so very true. Almost perfect, but not quite. My FIL is a huge baseball fan - he came for a visit yesterday and was talking about Friday night's game - I bet he'd be just like your dad at a game, full of trivia and fun. :)
i love going to ball games with my boys...the way you describe going with your dad, thats something special...really special. i know it meant as much to him as it did to you.
That's neat to have post season tickets handed to you. Lucky you.
It's a dying art to know how to score a game. I'm always impressed when anyone these days can do it, let alone a gal. I admire your dad for teaching you, and for you to have the interest to learn. I'm sure the two of you shared special times together.
I learned from my dad. We would spend many a summer night listening to Phillies games on the radio.
As a son, and a father, I admire the recognition you give your mentor.
Congratulations to your Yankees.
It is so cool that you and your Dad are close! I bet he is soooo proud of you!
You are right. I learned to love bb with my dad, Dodger games. I've loved it ever since. One of the last times we were together we watched a Red Sox game. He couldn't hear a thing but he could see the action. He died at 97.
My boys love bb and they played as kids and they love the games. A wonderful tradition.
There's just no substitution for your pops. I was watching that game at work in my patient's room. Needless to say wasn't really able to pay attention to the whole thing... what, with a baby being born and all;)
Oh, that makes me sad. Ballgames and dads do go together, don't they?
I'm glad you did have fun though.
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