A Day At The Game

Though I was largely indifferent to the result, as the daytime crowd in Philadelphia stood (’twas Phils eventually holding on (3-2) vs the New York Mets) some of that long dormant spark that is sport, especially once beloved baseball, returned to me.

Surely, I have learned and still must learn perspective, regarding competition, however, a one run difference, the trailing team with the bases loaded, a full count and I looked at that crowd.

Then, seeing the players from each team react, I knew why I went “there,” both literally to Philadelphia two days ago and figuratively so long ago, when 1962 National League Rookie of the Year, Ken Hubbs hit a foul ball near me.

I did not get that ball nor ever “get in the ball game,” but a day at the park, was/is a very nice experience.