A few weeks ago we went to an Indians game. He's asks me every summer and I've run out of excuses now that I am retired, so we went the night they played, the Reds. He was so excited to see Corey Kluber pitch. Despite the fact that I made him park as close as possible, I could feel the sweat dripping down my face and trickling down the back of my shirt. We settled in and each inning after the Indians were up he would turn to me and say, "Did you see that? He only pitched 8 times!" "Yep!" I'd say. Actually, I was watching the adorable two year old about 5 rows ahead of us battle with his Mom to try to get off her lap.
Every now and then he would lean over and tell me some amazing fact about the team, or a player. "Wow, or Interesting, or Nice." I'd say. Around the 6th inning he told me some amazing fact and then looked at me and said, "You could really care less, right?" "Oh hon, I'm really trying! I do feel bad though, you should really have someone next to you who could appreciate all this awesome information. Maybe the Indians could adopt a program where you could hook up with another hometown Sports fanatic and you two could sit together? Wouldn't that be awesome?" He just shook his head.
So, let's see how tonight goes. Things I already know.
* I will sweat my way to our seats.
* He will have amazing facts to relay each inning and I will try harder to be interested. Oh wait, this is Pittsburgh - - who cares.
* I will earnestly watch the game. (All the while mentally planning the next few weeks of posts on my web site.)
* He will enjoy himself no matter what. :) thank goodness.
* The ninth inning WILL COME and I will sweat my way back to our car.
I ask you, 'How much more fun can one person have?'
And, bless his heart he actually asked me if I was excited when we got in the car this morning. Ever the optimist.
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