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The games and what they really should mean to us.

Posted on: May 2, 2009 10:21 pm
Edited on: May 3, 2009 9:23 am

   We just sat there, the four of us. The game was going into the ninth and the score was all knotted at 5 a piece. This is why we watch the game. It is not for the blowout, lets face it, even if it is our team. It is not for the long ball, back back back and its out of here. We watch for the nail biting, hair falling out, sweat pouring down our forehead. That is why we watch. That is why we love the game. In the midst of our hectic lives, when the kids are so busy with friend s and MySpace. In the middle of getting the dinner ready after a long days work. When the world news keeps trying to convince us that there is no hope and all is chaos. It still amazes me that a simple game can change the world. 


   There we were, this family of busy lives, my youngest son kneeling on the carpet hands on his knees and enthralled at what was taking place on the television. My oldest son inches away from me sitting on the edge of the coach holding his breath with every pitch. My better half, having just walked through the door form work in the midst of this mayhem, still dressed from work. She stood there just outside of reach as if she knew if she got to close it would throw the whole event into a tailspin. Then there was me, on the edge of the seat, hands rubbing back and forth on my knees until the clothe of my jeans felt hot. What must have been pain on my face, knowing not one of them even glanced my way. We were all together, in this day and age of cell phones and laptops and instant everything else to do, watching a ball game.


   The pitcher went into his wind up and the batter took a mighty whiff. Strike three and all of us, all four of us, let out a sigh of relief. My team had one more chance. that was one of the beautiful things happening in my moment, in my life, right then. This was my team. Each of my sons rooted for a different team than I did and my most wonderful wife, of course had her favorite as well. On this day though, at this moment, they were all on dad's side. All pulling for the old man's team and doing it with every ounce of energy they could muster. With every pitch, swing, shift and check on the runner, they were pulling for his team. "The top of the tenth was next, after these commercial messages" I waited to see what important things the family would run off to do, to my amazement there was nothing. They all stayed in the same spot and still never looked at dear old dad. I could not help but smile.


   The top of the tenth came and the manager still brought in the one pitcher I really did not want to see. My oldest said "Don't worry dad, he's got this". With that I cringed. No he didn't. I knew this but the boy was so full of hope. Then it happened, three up and three down. My team would have to hold them off for half an inning more. I stood up, I could not help it. I kept yelling at the television as if it could somehow change what was going to happen. As I glanced around the family had every so slightly moved closer to me, they had tighten out little circle. "Circling the wagons" I said out loud. Not that they could or would have heard me because at that very moment my team walked in the winning run for them. A loss, not again I thought. Can this season get any worse, I said to myself.


   Then it hit me as I looked around. This simple game I have spent my whole life loving had brought me something more than any World Series could have ever brought. My family, all of us, sitting, standing and kneeling, all together in a room. Only one purpose was in this. My kids were not asking for something. My wife was not going over the bills or some up coming trip. We were all there to watch my team. We were all there to be together in a moment when one of us needed the rest of us. I never asked them to watch with me. I did not have to plead or bribe them. they just came in and watched with me.


   For those out there who say the American family is dead and family values are gone. I have to disagree, strongly in fact. On this day in this house they were strong, true and without compromise. So my baseball team lost, big deal. My team, the one I have to go through the game of life with, won. We won big today. For that I am grateful. For this moment will go down as one of my highlights, one of my top ten, one worth holding onto. I can hope one day it happens again but if not I still have this one. It was wonderful and worth every moment I had to give.

Category: MLB

Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: May 15, 2009 5:54 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.

The way it touched not only your life but your sons life and the life of your father-in-law is truly special. As we fade away from life it is amazing what we recall. i would only hope that when my time comes , a memory as fond of that  One that reminds my family that we spent time, as a family, doing something we all or one loved, and it was good.

Since: Jun 17, 2008
Posted on: May 15, 2009 5:46 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.

My fondest memories of sports are very simple but full of meaning for my family. I remember going to my father in laws(since passed away), with my son, so we could sit with papa, and watch Cal Ripkens Record breaking game, of the consecutive games streak. My father in law, and son are both big time Orioles fans, and my son absolutley loves Cal. We drove to Maryland, with wife and new born daughter in tow, so we could watch it with papa. My wife is not even a sports fan, but she came anyway. I remember watching my normally very stoic father in law, jump completley out of his seat when Cal hit the homerun during that game. I also remember seeing the tear in his eye, as Cal took his victory laps with the fans. See as a youngster, my father in law was a huge Gehrig fan. He use to tell us how his father and he, use to sit around the radio and listen to Yankees games, so he could cross his fingers and hope for a gehrig home run. He once told me that there could be no better person to break Gehrig's record than Cal Ripken.

He told me later,right before he died, what made him cry that night, and he told me, it was because we had driven 2 1/2 hours, to come watch this with him. Bacause he was sitting there me and his daughter, with his grandson, watching, glued to the TV with him, and he thought about those times listening to the radio. He said this to me with a tear in his eye again. He died 3 weeks later. That moment at his bedside, with him telling me this is still my favorite memory of sports.

Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: May 15, 2009 5:00 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.

Thank you Shute. I am glad to see that we ( a small group albeit) are not the only one left. I have a pretty good group of great sports fans and great people that follow my blogs. It may not be in the top rated blogs but I write from the heart and so do those that respond. Welcome to the last bastion of sports truest fans. I hope to see you again.

Since: Jun 17, 2008
Posted on: May 15, 2009 4:51 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.


What a welcome change to the normal smack talking, berating, comments you see on here. I love to talk sports, but so often it becomes the preverbial,"My team is better than yours" posts. It gets old, and mundane. It is evident by the 2 things I have read of yours that you are a sports fan! A real sports fan. Not the normal club toting neandrathal, who wants to smash your opinion of your team or a player into the ground. What a welcome relief.

Sports are suppose to be about team work, strategy, friends, memories, family, and fun. Not brute admonishments of your favorite teams lackluster performance, or fellow bloggers opinion.

Sports is about feelings, both up and down. It is about faith in the purity of the game, and fairplay of opponents. Of fun and fantasy. Far to frequently the focus is in a negative conotation, instead of the fun of the game. Sports can bring whole families,cities, or countries together in a common goal. This is an extremely powerful experience that is not often enough recognized. So thank you for the story. Aside from being well written, and full of passion, for all the right reasons, it gave a glimpse of what sports is suppose to be about!

Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: May 13, 2009 11:13 am

The games and what they really should mean to us.

The family is a great bond for us and the sports world Sidd. It gives us a common ground no matter the age or time in ones life.
thank you for dropping by and please feel free to do so again.

Since: Jan 27, 2009
Posted on: May 13, 2009 11:09 am

The games and what they really should mean to us.

To momluvsfootball and ifonlyweknew -- If those boys didn't turn around and talk to the girls, something was seriously wrong with them.  Even young boys, and we can be a pretty mentally challenged group at times, should be able to figure out that the peanuts were thrown for a reason.  Or, at the least, presents a golden opportunity to find out.

Watching sports is a bond for fathers and sons that goes on forever.  Each side gets something out of it, but in the beginning, the child probably finds more comfort in it.  Then when the years have passed--the son is now an adult and the father is old--the father finds more comfort in it.  And the cycle keeps repeating.  

Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: May 10, 2009 9:26 am

The games and what they really should mean to us.

Excellent point Steelhat. I am sure that everyone in your family, even if not together for the event, knows what the others were doing for the Steelers sixth Super Bowl win. I hope that it was an enjoyable experience for all of your family. I know that for an event like that the world and the importance of it, seem to stop for a few hours and let families come together. Another beauty of sports.

Since: Feb 2, 2007
Posted on: May 10, 2009 9:08 am

The games and what they really should mean to us.

You spend years raising a family. All having seperate lives. All taking seperate paths. Their are many challenges and difficulties that canbecome wedges in relatuionships but the one common, unbreakable bond that has developed is, Sundat with the Steelers. No matter where you are in the world or in your life, you know where the others are.

Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: May 6, 2009 8:49 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.

That is an awesome baseball story Ronski. Enjoy the game and come back later and share all you want.

Since: Sep 14, 2006
Posted on: May 6, 2009 8:34 pm

The games and what they really should mean to us.

I'm glad you got to share such a special moment with your family.  I plan to write a future blog on how my father influenced me with his passion for baseball.  Other than that some of my own favorite games occurred at Coors Field.

One was roughly ten years ago.  It was the 9th inning and the Rockies were down by two runs.  The air was unusually calm that evening and bugs were swirling around in the bright glare of the lights.  A thunderstorm appeared on the horizon and we could see flashes of lightning off in the distance.  During the middle of the 9th the storm grew closer and the wind came up and started swirling trash around the stadium.  My wife asked me if we should leave because of the impending storm.  I didn't want to leave because there was an air of excitement as the Rockies were coming up to bat.  The Rockies managed a couple of bloop singles and were on their way to a rally.  Dante Bichette came to bat with lightning flashing in the background that resembled something out of "The Natural".   He took one deep and ended the dramatic game with a walk off home run.

I would love to share more but as irony would have it my wife's friend has an extra ticket to tonight's Rockies game.

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