June 30, 2011

Baseball

Last night, Matt and I went to a baseball game: Cubs vs. Giants at Wrigley Field. He loves the Cubs, and I have no real opinion on specific teams (except that I live on the Sox side of town). But I love going to games, so this was a lot of fun.


I haven't been to a pro game since I was a kid - we used to go to Red Sox games every summer that my uncle was in town. (Though I distinctly remember being mostly excited for our tradition of going out for Mexican food at Quincy Market afterwards.) There was a minor league team in the town I went to college in, so my friends and I would occasionally buy some tickets in the bleachers and just hang out and talk. It was a cheap escape from campus for a few hours.

Baseball is an exciting sport. At the game last night, it seemed like it would be over before we knew it - one out after another, scoreless for most of the night. But then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The Cubs scored a run, and the crowd went wild. But even that wasn't safe - they were doing well, they were ahead, but they still hadn't clenched the victory. Top of the ninth - the end is in sight, and suddenly, the Giants got their second wind. They scored a run, evening it all out, and it looked like the game would go on for extra innings. We stood up, cheering for the home team at the bottom of the ninth, and in the end, the Cubs got another run and took it, 2-1.

My dad used to talk about sports a lot when I used to get psyched out over grades when I was a kid. He told me that even if I did well on only half the things I tried, I'd still have a better average than any baseball player. It's not about being perfect every time they step up to bat, but about making sure that the ones they *do* hit go flying. Even if they don't have a single successful attempt during the whole game - they're still out there playing, so they'll still get paid. They don't quit the team because they struck out - they just head back to the dugout and wait for their next try.

Some interesting food for thought!

8 comments:

Jessica said...

I love baseball :)

Kelty said...

That advice is great! I love thinking of life that way!

Ms. Scooter Butt said...

Your father had an awesome philosophy. It is great to be outdoors with all the fan fare, I bet.

Amy said...

Sounds like an awesome date! I myself find baseball boring to watch, but I think any major league game like that would be pretty exciting!!

PS_Iloveyou said...

I listened to that game on the radio while I was in the pool! We're in Giants territory over here so we were rooting for them of course. Man it was fun to listen to, what a close game!

Shannon said...

Great post, and what a great date, too! Thanks for sharing!

Waisting Time said...

Oh this brings back memories of going to Fenway with my dad:) Foodwise, I remember peanuts most of all. Now Quincy Market - ah... my girlfriends and I would take the T in and visit Fanuel Hall and eat our way from one end to the other as we shopped:) Fun.

Munchberry said...

AND I would like to point out that you did not have to worry about fitting into the seats or that your butt would fit between the lines on the bleachers! Hoo yahoo for that worry gone!

Another thing to think about. You have to show up. And you do not get the the majors by half assing it.

Consider that the next time you feel like talking trash to yourself!