I have two tickets to tomorrow night’s Texas Rangers game versus the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Free tickets. Great seats. Parking Pass. The Works! I should be ecstatic. I’m not. In fact, I’m far from it. I’m at the point where I don’t really want to go.
A few months ago, before baseball season started, my dad bought a set of tickets to the Texas Rangers, maybe 20 games. Dad is a big baseball fan who has a girlfriend who is absolutely nuts about the Texas Rangers. They like to travel to watch the team play in exotic locations, such as Houston, Boston, or Seattle. I, on the other hand, enjoy watching baseball, but don’t feel a strong desire to go and sit in a stadium with 25,000 of my closest friends eating outrageously expensive hot dogs, drinking sodas that cost more than I earned as an hourly rate in my first job, and using a bathroom that hasn’t been cleaned since the stadium opened. Why would I when I can sit in my comfy chair at home with a plethora of store bought snacks and a wonderfully clean bathroom a few quick steps away?
He offered me the opportunity to take The Boy to a game from his set of tickets, at no cost to me. Okay, one night out of the year and I’m in. I asked The Boy, and being a baseball fan, he immediately & enthusiastically said “YES!” Awesome! Life is good, The Boy and I will attend a Rangers game and do the standard father/son bonding deal. I start making plans for dollar hot dog night and assume I can get out of there for around $20.
I share the good news with The Wife. She immediately asks, “Did you ask The Girl if she wants to go to a game?” I explain that my dad offered 1 game worth of tickets for me & the boy, the girl isn’t a baseball fan, so on & so forth. I get “the look” from The Wife and realize that I have to go and ask The Girl if she wants to go to a game. I brighten up realizing that A) she doesn’t like baseball, and B) she really doesn’t like baseball.
The Girl grants me access to her inner sanctuary (aka her bedroom) for a brief audience. I do the proper genuflecting and ask if she has any interest in attending a Rangers game.
She asks, “What are the Rangers?” A good sign for getting out of going to a 2nd game. I explain that they are the local baseball consortium. Continue reading “How About A Rangers Game?”