Wednesday, June 29, 2005

something brilliant

Have you ever thought of something wonderful to write about, kept the idea in your head all day long only to have it fly away when you sit down to put it on paper?

Yeah, that happened tonight.

Thankfully, as I was typing the title, which would have been in reference to loosing something brilliant, it triggered something and I remembered what I wanted to blog about. So, the title is not a sad reflection on something lost but rather a lovely reflection on the events of last evening.

Last night I went to a baseball game. Those of you who know me well are very aware that I'm not a sports fan and that social events with more than three people are not usually my style. I went anyway. Our group from church was singing the national anthem and someone whose judgment I now question in the slightest said I could sing with them. I had never sang the national anthem as part of a featured group before and thought it would be fun.

Darn that "I want to experience life" part of me.

Ended up that Nathan (my brother) got back in town late Monday night and had nothing better to do. Nathan is a curious sort and he can still surprize me with the activities he picks to participate in, but that is a whole other post. I picked Nathan up, we had some dinner and then headed to the ballpark.

It was a lovely evening. The sun was still out, no jacket needed kind of weather. We sang and the game began. To be honest I spent most of the first five innings standing in line for snacks, playing with Will and Kayla and taking to the others who had come. All the time thinking I would stay until about nine and then head home.

Just before nine half of the Meyers clan decided to leave (Will being four and Kayla one, they don't really have the attention spans yet) and I was left with Jake under guard as they went to load up. Scott told Jake as he was walking out "If if starts to rain remember your jacket." I think he's a prophet because not two minutes later I see raindrops.

And then the flood came.

Not of water but of people. Sure, the rain came down pretty good, but the flood of people running to get out of the stands and under some sort of protection was far more amazing to watch. We all stood around, wet and cold, waiting to find out what would happen. This was the point that the fair weather fans left. Nathan said he wanted to wait and I still had Jake to look out for until his dad returned, so I stayed put. After twenty minutes or so it let up and they pulled the tarp off the field. It was time to play ball... again.

Nathan wanted to stay so we ended up staying. I'm glad we did. After the rain the game got good. At the middle of the sixth (or rain time) the game was tied. Then, the Sox got into gear and went from a 5-5 to score 9 runs in one inning and several more in the next two as well. One player (Chew, that's his first name, spelling may vary) hit two home runs with bases loaded and he accomplished "running the cycle" (or playing the cycle or something). Scott was trying to educate Dara and I on the game by explaining this. Apparently it rarely happens and we saw it!

Anywho, we beat the Fresno butts 25-6. We got to see lots of good ball playing by the home team and a few fireworks to boot. I'm glad Nathan and Dara convinced me to stay.

I know there are a whole lot of lessons that could be pulled out of that, but I'm going to leave it as a nice little story about a great ball game. I'm too tired to do elsewise.

Three cheers for the great American pastime.


seeingdouble said...

Man, it's been forever since I watched a baseball game. Sounds like you had a nice, although wet, time.

Janet said...

I can relate to this post bc I've never been much of a sports fan (player or watcher) myself. In fact, a co-worker called me last night with Yankees tickets and I directed her to other people we work with. This is just an example to really drive the point home.:)

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