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My old friend and Pulitzer Prize winning critic Jonathan Yardley has said "there are only two seasons, baseball and the void." I could not agree more and am rejoicing that we are coming to the end of the void this year. Major League baseball 2013 begins on Monday and Opening Day in San Diego is only nine days away.
I didn't always like baseball. In fact,
as a child I hated it. My memories are of being stuffed in the backseat of the
smoke filled car (with the windows all
closed) between my older brother and sister with the Detroit Tigers baseball
game droning on an on. My parents were baseball lovers and each year for six
long months the game was always on the radio.
It wasn't until April of 1978 that I
actually attended my first major league game. I had recently relocated to
Baltimore and some colleagues persuaded my to take the afternoon off to see the
game. I remember it all so clearly-- it was a beautiful warm spring day. Somehow we had seats right behind home plate
and I was mesmerized and totally smitten as I am to this day.
Since that time I estimate I have
attended more than 1000 major league games, having been a full-season
subscriber for 16 years (in Baltimore and Cleveland) and sometimes
attender for another 19 in Baltimore and
St. Petersburg. The vast majority of these were with my beloved Walt,
although my kids did get to more than a few.
During that time I have been fortunate to be at the games which officially closed Memorial Stadium and opened Camden yards in Baltimore, and closed Municipal Stadium and opened Jacobs Field in Cleveland.
Walt before attending "Blacktie & Baseball" to benefit the Babe Ruth Museum before the opening of Camden Yards in 1992 |
I have attended four world series--two in Baltimore and one each in Cleveland and St. Pete-- as well as an All-Star game in Cleveland.
All Star Game in Cleveland 1997 |
Two
and a half years ago I made a quick trip to Chicago to see the Tampa Bay
Rays play the White Sox twice and attend a Cubbies game in historic
Wrigley Field. While there it was my great good fortune to see a perfect
game thrown by Mark Buehrle of the White Sox, quite a thrill.
Bart Giamatti former President of Yale and former baseball
Commissioner, wrote a wonderful little
book called "Take Time for Paradise." In it he said "the largest
thing I've learned is the enormous grip this game has on people, the extent to
which it really is very important. It goes way down deep. It really does bind
together." I too believe this with all my fiber.
So here I am in San Diego, my first
National League city. I need to learn new rules and all new players and become
an avid fan in a new place for the fourth time. To get a running start, I
bought a half season ticket for this year prior to moving into my new house
last August.
April 9th is our home opener (my 36th
consecutive) and I am thrilled that my
daughter Beth of this very blog will be my guest behind home plate. 'Tis the beginning of a new tradition, I hope.
6 comments:
Looking forward to April 9th!!
xoxo,
Beth
Oh, Pat, this brings tears to my eyes, it's so lovely and beautiful! I've always been proud to know of your Opening-Day-Streak -- so glad you're keeping it alive in San Diego!
And you'll love the National League -- we NLers look down upon that lesser, DH-ridden American League.
I cannot believe you got to see a perfect game! What a thrill!
Thanks so much for sharing with us -- what a gorgeous and articulate musing on America's Pastime.
Play Ball!
xoxoEllie
Oh,how fantastic! Can't wait to enjoy some games with you this season. Hope the Pads give us something to shout about.
Xoxo
Jacquie
Um, I'm a baseball fan, but Pat? sheesh.... mom c.
Great post, Pat! I see where Beth gets her writing talent! I've enjoyed being at some Rays games with you here in Tampa. I'll be watching the progress of your new team as you always seem to bring good fortune to your home teams!
Have fun!
Ariel
I must say that you look best in your orange and black with the lovely bird on your cap :)
Nothing compares to a day at the ballpark. nothing.
I enjoyed my Opening Day in San Diego a few years ago. I was by myself, but no one's a stranger at the ballpark. There were some interesting fans, both Dodger and Padres, which led to a police escort from my section..NOT something I've experienced in Charm City.
Enjoy! I'll help you out with your half season package whenever you need it :)
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