Thursday September 8th and I have reached a new milestone! At age 43, I went to my first baseball game.
Growing up, I was a diehard Yankees fan. I can still rattle off which player was at every position. These were the days that Reggie Jackson was big. My favorite player was centerfielder Mickey Rivers. Despite repeated requests every year, my father never took me to a game. His philosophy was that watching it on TV was better and less expensive.
I always felt like I’d missed out on a rite of childhood. After several years of planning and seemingly have the universe plot against us, partner and I got in the partner-mobile and headed to Milwaukee with Brewers tickets in hand.
It was an incredible experience! I sobbed like a drag queen during the national anthem and cheered like a mad man at the first home run scored by Yuniesky Betancourt.
The Brewers lost to the Phillies 6-2 but I feel like I won!
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