Monday, April 5, 2010
Thirty Years
I don't remember the details. I only vaguely remember the people.
I was there with my dad. My mom and little brother were at home. But I was there with my dad. And some of his co-workers. One woman took the blue ball cap off her head and dropped it onto mine and I was pronounced "adorable" by all the ladies from Dad's office.
I remember that.
Some part of my brain has me convinced that it was a beautiful day in mid May and that the California (that's what they were called then) Angels were playing the Kansas City Royals. There's no way to confirm it, of course, but my mom says it sounds about right.
If it was the Royals, we lost that game. The Angels lost a lot of games that year. But, at three years old, I didn't know the difference and I didn't care. Because I was in a magical place. A place where screaming was not only allowed, but encouraged. A place where people threw peanuts in my general direction and where I was allowed to eat all the hot dogs and nachos I could handle.
Thirty years ago, I went to my first Angels game. While there were years that my interest in the sport waned, my love of the team has remained constant, or even grown stronger. This is my team. I don't know what 2010 will bring, but I know they'll keep showing up.
And so will I.
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I love that you're a lifelong fan! Those are the best kind.
ReplyDeleteVery cool! We stayed right around the corner from the stadium, and I immediately thought of you. :)
ReplyDeleteI don't think my computer wants me to comment on your blog...probably because we're Indians fans here and not Angels...
ReplyDeleteExcept, I'm not a hard core fan like you. I don't even know the last time...or first time that I went to a baseball game. Cheer on!
I live in Kansas City, and I am a Royals fan despite their many ups and downs. I have fond memories of going to games when I was little too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool story! Some of my very best memories are going to Cardinals games as a child with my dad. Happy Opening Day! :)
ReplyDeleteAh baseball. I have no childhood memories of it because my dad wouldn't "walk across the street" to see our Pittsburgh Pirates. We are going to a game this week though. I think it's great evidence of the state of pro baseball in our fair city. The second home game is dollar night. Admission, hot dogs, nachos all for a buck.
ReplyDeleteI love a great sports post. I, unfortunately, grew up sports-less. I had never watched a basketball or football game before I met Hubster. Now, I'm a crazy college football fan. I'm trying to get my boys exposed earlier, so they too, have memories like yours.
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing to me that you remember this game after 30 years. It obviously made a huge impression on you. Isn't it great to know exactly when your passion for something started?
ReplyDeleteHey I'm stopping over from Amanda's blog at Teasingly Diverse. :)
ReplyDeleteI love your writing style. I also love baseball. To see two things I enjoy when I opened up your blog made me instantly happy. Hooray for coherent posts and similar interests, I always say!
I hope you enjoy your the season! Root, root, root for the home team! :)
There's still something magical about spending an afternoon at a baseball game, isn't there?
ReplyDeleteI love the Angels! It's almost time to take the new baby to her first game!
ReplyDeleteI love live sports. Not much for them on TV. Perhaps I just love the excitement and people too.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a baseball fan but you made me want to go. My husband loves it so he'll be happy.
ReplyDeleteMary