Baseball came back. Amid suffering, death, angst, and a raging Pandemic. On ESPN opening night I got teary eyed listening to Tom Verducci’s essay montage narrated by Jon Hamm.
I’ve been watching every game I can since Thursday night. I’ve become nocturnal; DVR games and watching through them to appreciate homeruns and double plays. Stopped cooking for my husband. We’re both teachers on summer break. We order pizza and Chinese, eat leftovers and sandwiches supplemented by microwave popcorn, cocktail peanuts, and cereal and milk. Back in my college days!! No time to spend in the kitchen. Now I have “brown eyed handsome men” to appreciate !
Why the dramatic change in me this season? I don’t know how many more I’ll get to see. Because Covid might affect me personally. I’m scared shitless because I’m high risk. I’ve contracted many colds, the flu that knocked me senseless, and chickenpox from my elementary students over the past 34 years in the Miami-Dade public school system. I’ve updated my will. I’ve self quarantined since March 14 only leaving the house for Doctor appointments. I’m 53 years old with diabetes, asthma, and a herniated disk caused by degenerative joint disease. I’m a dead duck. Awaiting announcement tomorrow. Praying for 100% virtual return for students and teachers.
Of course I hoped passionately that baseball would come back and I hope it will survive but I always had my doubts. Especially because I am a Miami native and I know my state I know it’s the one to fuck things up for everyone! Sure enough we’re the epicenter now in Miami. Did anyone doubt for a minute that Miami players were LIKELIEST to be the first to test positive and possibly spread it ????? Marlins testing positive and games are cancelled. What a surprise.
We are living in an internationally vibrant city where people come and go and never really develop a sense of community. They drive offensively, litter, and don’t care about implications. It’s only temporary for them. I’ve seen it all my life. The other problem is we live in paradise. It’s like being married to a chef when you have no tastebuds. What a waste! Of course people are going out and either flout the laws or don’t care.
But I need my baseball ⚾️. I need a postseason. Don’t care if my Marlins are out. I want to be able to appreciate the best of the best MLB can offer.
I was a season ticket holder for 5 years since Inaugural Season. Went to all 81 home games sometimes alone. Met my husband in 1997 and went to all home post season games including World Series. Experienced the win in Game 7. My dad said as we left,”When I was a little boy in Cuba I listened to World Series games on the radio. I dreamt of going to one. I can’t believe I would ever experience anything like this in my wildest dreams “! American Dream comes true
Please my boys of summer - stay safe. And if only a few healthy players remain and it’s time to call it quits... throw all those guys in one final game for all the glory. Give me one last game before I inevitability have to go.
Peace Love Baseball - My last live game 2019
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