Happy Cinco de Mayo! A day no actual Mexican actually celebrates, but everybody in the club get tipsy!
My first Mets game was back in 1981. My father, a huge Dodgers fan, took me to see the Dodgers play the Mets at Shea Stadium. Fernando Valenzuela vs. Mike Scott. The Dodgers won 1-0. My dad wore his satin blue Dodgers jacket which he owned for decades. It was the game that hooked me on baseball.
Last night, the Dodgers were in town to play the Rays. For the first time, I took my two little ones to a game with me alone. Usually, it is my little man, my 4 year old, who is my shadow. I thought my eldest, the 7 year old girl who is normally difficult to entertain, would spend the game buried in the iPad connected to wifi. I was so wrong. She was spectacular, cheering like I have never seen a little kid cheer, earning her smiles (and a gift) from by-standers in her Catholic school uniform and my yellow Rays cap. We were close to the bullpen. I don’t know what pitcher he was–he had on a jacket and he was a newbie–but even he turned and smiled. I was so proud of her. I may or may not have had her convinced, that yes, she controls the Rays with her cheering. I am laughing at her perfect and beautiful innocence. “I do?” Yes, sweetheart, of course you do. “Do you want to go home?” It was getting late in the 8th inning. School night.”No, mommy, the Rays need me.” In a sense, we all control our team. I think the players who care do feed off the positive energy from the fans. It’s not something measurable, of course. I’m a student of the numbers, but I also believe in that which cannot be measured.
As per usual, it was not a big crowd at the Trop, but it was a boisterous crowd. With apologies to Daniel Webster: “They are sir, as I have said, a small team, but there are those who love them!” My voice will be raspier than normal today. We were banging on the seats in front of us like they were bongos at every strike 2 count–our entire section was.
We were totally tripping!!
My hand hurts. When Carl Crawford struck out, you would thought we had clinched a post-season spot. There was much celebration and hugging across the land. The Rays won 8-5. We sang loudly all the way home on 275, windows down. Celebrate good times, come on!
I don’t believe in an afterlife. Heaven and hell exist here on earth. But in case I am wrong–I have been wrong about things and will continue to be–last time I checked, I was human. In the event I am wrong yet again, and one exists, I know dad was smiling. It was that kind of magical night.
I didn’t expect to write this much about our game. Again, thanks for indulging me. I do want to know what happened last night in your games. I didn’t get a chance to watch anything when I got home. I was watching the scoreboard at the Trop, but the game at hand was very exciting, and it is not a very useful one, like the one at Busch Stadium.
Please recap your games. 🙂 Thanks.