Throughout my life or should I say my home owning life, I have had the privilege of living next to a baseball field. My first experience was in a blue house directly across the street from the Babe Ruth field that was in the middle of town. Man, that first house seems like a life time ago. Cars of the players and their families would line the streets barely leaving room for the home owners to get in and out of their driveways. The lights of the field would turn the night to day illuminating the interior of our home whether we liked it or not. The noise, oh my gosh, the noise could be so irritating. It never failed, every year a fan, who I alway assumed was the mother of a player, brought the clanging cow bell and rang it every time her team or her son made some magnificent play. Her son must have been the MVP because that bell was alway clanging. There were nights when I wanted to take that cow bell and throw it in the nearby river. As the season wore on and the games became fewer and far between, I seemed to forget all the things I hated about the ball field and I actually started to miss it. There were a few times when I even found myself sitting in the stands with my dog Zac on my lap watching a game. I chuckle at myself now, because I didn't and still don't really like the game. However, it's the atmosphere I like. You can't beat the feeling of being in a group of people who are having a good time. Parents cheering, coaches yelling, father's giving advice from the sidelines, players giving high fives, it was fun to watch and be a part of that even if I was an "outsider". When the season was finally over, there was a part of me that was relieved because the neighborhood would get back to "normal". However, there was also a part of me that couldn't wait for the next year. I knew I would go through the same irritation at the noise, the cars, the hundreds of people, and the lights, but I also knew that deep down inside, I really liked it. Go figure?
Stay tuned for the next ball field experience.
Have a great evening!!!
Hi Alan,
Batter up! I hear you. It is a feel good kinda thing; and yet it can get on your nerves sometimes, too.