I’m a huge Kasey fan, and was excited to participate. You may notice that today is actually Monday… not last Thursday.
Life got in the way last week (in a good way!) and the post never happened. But I have not given up! Better late than never – one of my favorite baseball memories:
I grew up in Cleveland. As in, the Cleveland Indians. As in, Major League.
The Indians of the 80s, when the ballpark (Cleveland Municipal Stadium, not The Jake – or whatever it’s called now) was emptier than my bank account. Tickets were NOT hard to come by. I was very young, so I can’t be sure, but management was probably willing to pay people to attend games. My father, very much a sports fan, but not having been blessed with boys, or even tomboys, still loved taking my sister and I to baseball games.
It was always exciting , although looking back, I can’t remember any of the actual game details. I have no idea whether my father bought us peanuts or hotdogs. My guess is that I paid very little attention to the game and tried to find something to draw on. My sister would have been more focused on the game, but there’s no real recollection of that, either.
What I do remember is the ride home after the game. It was dark out, which meant we were staying up late (SO cool), and we spent the ride home planning to deceive my mother about the game’s outcome. We decided that when we walked in, and she inevitably asked who won, we would each put on very sad, somber faces and pretend to be terribly, horribly disappointed. When my mother assumed (wrongly) that the Indians had lost, we would then laugh at her and tell her that NO! The Indians WON!!! It was GENIUS! It was DIABOLICAL! It was also not new.
We did this EVERY. TIME. As far as I remember, the “trick” never lost its novelty for us kids. My mother, gamely, always played along.
Being Daddy’s Girls at a baseball game was the best.