A view from the beginning of the day and a look back at the end of the day; in between is memories.
Fans were elated and disappointed. They jumped, they screamed, they chopped and they booed. They ate, they laughed and they drank. Some drank so much they fell asleep in the front row; what a waste of a seat. But in the end it’s all about the memories created.
My first memory of baseball rings back to childhood. A hot summers night, all the kids were running around playing a game called slips; we lived in an apartment block with no air conditioning so all the moms were out front sitting in their chairs drinking their sombrero while the kids were allowed to stay up late playing this game. It’s like hide and go seek on steroids; only the older kids could play. The younger kids had to stick to where the moms could see us. My dad could be found sitting on the back porch in the pitch dark. I would stand in the doorway looking out, I could see the orange glow of the hot cigar growing brighter with each of my father’s deep breaths and then the smell would grow stronger as he exhaled the thick smoke. He sat out there on the porch listening to the baseball games on the radio. Sometimes I would go sit out there and not say a word just listing to the game, the crackle of the cigar that would burn down with each breath and sometimes I would stand in the doorway, in the dark and just listen; I wonder if he knew I would stand there and watch that cigar burn down listening to the games.
As I got a little older I attended some Red Sox games in Boston and yes they were fun but one of the most memorable game that sticks out in my mind was at Yankee Stadium. It was not the game that I remembered hell, I couldn’t even tell you who they played; I think Bucky Dent was at short stop. It was one particular thing that sticks out in my mind that occurred that day. The seats in the upper deck were so damn steep and we were so high up that when I stood up I felt like I could tumble over all the rows and fall splat on to the field. However, I do know we were not the only people in our section that day feeling high. About one or two rows down in front of us some young boys lit up a joint and started passing it around. Suddenly my mom is yelling down the entire row “Turn your heads, turn your heads” she thought we were all going to get high.
Turner Field does not have that issue, it’s almost too big, to spread out, it lacks that intimate feeling of a good baseball field and you feel far removed from the game. But now that I live in Atlanta and He is a huge baseball fan we try to attend some games throughout the summer. He is a Cubs fan; I am a Red Sox fan. As stated in a previous post he discovered that side of me when we attended a Braves vs. Red Sox game. Of course we won and that is my most memorable game here in Atlanta to date. Last night we went to the playoff game were the Braves lost to the Giants. There was of a different kind of energy before during and after the game. He says that was one of the loudest crowds he has ever heard, I beg to differ that Red Sox game was pretty rowdy.
As I am writing this He hollered up to say the Braves lost, seems as though they have come to their end. As always it’s the beginnings and endings and what we make of the memories in between.