Baseball
When I was young, growing up at Mom and Dad’s house, baseball was usually on the TV at night this time of year.
Dad had command of the one television in our home and that’s just what we watched…the Atlanta Braves. Or, if they were having an “off” season, month, week or day, they were affectionately referred to as “The Bums”.
The other night while I was doing some work in the office, Andrew was flipping channels. I heard a familiar sound…”Are you watching the Atlanta Braves?!”…Immediately I was taken back in time. So strange how that organ sound can just transport you to another place, year and stage of life.
Tonight, as Andrew and I sat out on our patio (it was also my turn to be Gladys Kravitz…hehe), we listened to the Regional baseball game, which included the USC Gamecocks. I came inside to get some kleenex (I’m coming down with whatever funk my boys have had) and the TV showed a baseball game, but it was on mute. Upon walking outside I inquired, “Is the game on TV? You don’t want to watch it?” Andrew said, “No, that’s a different game.”
I…don’t…understand. But whatevs. Back to my magazine (mine once again was HGTV and Andrew was reading Money). Once it got too dark to read our magazines, we came inside. Andrew laid down on the couch, the TV still on that other game, still on mute…, and his phone ringing out the sounds of the Carolina Stadium.
When I was younger I remember begging my dad to change it to something else…ppplllleeeeaaasssseeee.
Tonight, I don’t mind. I love summer and the sounds of baseball. It is America’s game, after all. There’s just something about those peanuts and crackerjacks that make you want to go back.