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Creative writing a day at the park

Creative Writing: A Day at the Park

It was a day I was subconsciously waiting my whole life for, but I

didn't realize it until it was happening. The day was August 8, 1996, just 25

days before my son's first birthday. The Texas Rangers, my favorite baseball

team, were in town to play the K.C. Royals. I had always dreamed of one day,

taking my son to his first Rangers game. A father taking his son to a baseball

game is just the American thing to do, and there I was, taking my son "out to

the ball game"; Americas favorite pastime.

I hadn't been to see a Ranger game in years and had been wanting to, for

quite a while. But like many other young married couples, we didn't really seem

to have the time, nor the money. We decided to splurge and buy general

admission tickets. Well it was about three hours before the game, and one hour

before I got through with work. All of a sudden my phone rings, and it was my

mother-in-law "wondering" if I wanted a couple of free view box tickets and a

parking pass, for that nights Ranger game. I couldn't have been more excited,

much less believe my luck.

After I got off work , and picked up the tickets, I raced home to get

my wife and son ready to go. Over the next half hour, I almost regretted

having to bring my son, what with the hassle of getting the diaper bag packed ,

the traffic, and fighting the crowds while pushing a stroller. It was hectic,

but I survived.

Finally we were situated and ready for the game. The singing of the

national anthem was finished and we were waiting for the first pitch. All of a

sudden it hit me, for some reason I couldn't have been prouder. There I was,

holding my son and watching my childhood heroes, sharing his first major league

baseball game. Now I don't know if what I felt was brought on by television

fantasy, or just sheer pride and joy, but I do know that I felt like a million

bucks.

After about ten minutes my son started to get restless, and my wife had

to walk him around to keep him quiet. Every once in a while when she would

bring him back to our seats, he'd sit on my lap and somewhat watch the game,

saying "ba" which was his word for ball. That alone would make me smile, even

if the Rangers were losing. I guess he just wasn't as thrilled with baseball as

I was, but one day that will change.

Even though it was a really good game, and my team lost, I didn't seem

to mind much, because my son and I had just watched our first Ranger game

together. Just like everything else important that happens in my sons life,

this too will go marked down in his baby book, with the ticket taped in as a

keepsake. Despite the game upset and my sons crankiness, I'll always think of

August 8th as the day of the greatest game I ever saw.



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