Monday, May 12, 2008
I learned to love football with my dad, but baseball was the game where my mother played match maker. She started taking me to Texas Rangers games when I was fairly young, and baseball was one of my first loves in life. I loved sitting outside in the heat and humidity, I loved the give aways (I wore my Rangers t-shirt completely threadbare), I loved watery carbonated beverages with plastic wrap over the top, I loved stirrup pants, road grays, and oh, my goodness how I loved DOUBLE HEADERS.
Every year, the Razorbacks have Fireworks Night. It's becoming a family tradition, and I hope it continues for a very, very long time. The Diamond Hogs were playing South Carolina this weekend, and for most of the game, it looked like the Hogs were going to lose. Gene asked if I wanted to just leave and skip the fireworks. Uh, NO. I came for fireworks, and I really hate to leave a game early.
After eight and one half innings, the Razorbacks were down by 3 runs. We managed to load the bases AGAIN, and we had 2 outs. After taking a strike, Jacob House hit the highest home run I have ever seen. WoooooooooooHooooooooo!!!! Lydia loved it because I was screaming like a maniac and jumping up and down with her in my arms. She had a big grin like she was just as happy as I was. Firework night was sweeter than ever this year. It wasn't just the walk off grand slam. Being there with Gene & Drew for Lydia's first baseball game just felt so perfectly right. I hope she'll love it as much as I do.