Take me out to the Ball Game!

Take me out to the Ball Game

My Daddy was a retired cinematographer for the Citadel Foot Ball Team. He did it for 50 years and brags he saw more ball games than anyone did. He may have embellished. He is obsessed with anything to do with his team. He rarely misses a game, but had to retire after his open-heart surgery.

On my lazy Saturday, I was shocked when Daddy asked, “Do you want to go to the base ball game?” I hate sports as much as he loves sports. I decided to tag along, just to bond with Daddy. It could be fun! I dressed up a little more than usual, which is casual. He was pacing, all ready for the base ball game.

Daddy had a special lifetime parking pass, and we did not do much walking on the ground. It was different in the stadium. We hand to climb to our seats; some times stepping on fans. Daddy carefully picked out our seats. He is in that habit. The crowd was polite and I told my daddy, “This will be great!” I am such a poor liar, but he did not know.

I stood up and cheered when Daddy did, and took his cues and learned to fake disappointment. For him, we were having a blast. He knew everyone at the game and enjoyed the attention from each one. One man asked who Daddy’s date was. He blushed and some of the older men asked Daddy if I was his date. He beamed and told them, “Yes.”

It was half time! The awfully loud and pointless game was half over! I almost wept. It would be torture to sit back down in one of those squeaky old uncomfortable stadium chairs! Oh no! Daddy arrived with a big carton of God-knows-what! I politely drank some soda, I am glad I am a vegetarian.

The players finally stopped punishing themselves and I could barely wait to scram! Daddy had to sit and chat with his friends and anyone nearby. He loved to talk about sports. Since his surgery, he spent almost all day with the Sports channel. He had plenty to chat about and it always takes so long.

We finally left and typically, Daddy could not remember were he parked! I do not think he remembered which car he drove. “Daddy, I have a suggestion. Why don’t you press the button and listen for the beep?” He thought it would work and it did work. We were so very close to the lost car! I tried not to laugh, but could not help it. I broke down and laughed harder than I could recall! Daddy was holding his stomach he laughed so much. People probably think Daddy was with a younger woman and I turned him on to some good weed! That would have been nice.