Honesty in Baseball
I haven’t spent a lot of time at baseball games the past ten or so years. Any parent will tell you, kids interests often become the parents interests. From a sports perspective, there’s been a bit of volleyball, the odd hockey season, but mostly basketball and football, neither of which has ever been a sport I like much. So this year for fathers day, I decided I wanted my son to take his dear old dad to a baseball game.
None of that overpriced professional stuff – $60 for a halfway decent seat? OR I can sit five miles away and be treated like shite? Gee thanks for the options Blue Jays – for me. Instead I got him to take me to the Kitchener Panthers of the Intercounty Baseball League.
It was a beautiful day. The Panthers play in take-whatever-seat-you-want stadium, had hot dogs and sausages off the BBQ, and Dad his son and his friend got in for a purple Sir John. The weather was baseball perfect, hot not roasting. The sun was bright and the snowbirds were flying overhead from the nearby Waterloo airshow. It was Bull Durham without the sex.
The opponents. My new favourite team name, The Ottawa Fat Cats. It’s not the Macon Whoopie, I acknowledge, but neither are they anymore.
The Ottawa Fat Cats, now that’s truth in advertising.
Anyway, thanks to the boy for the best fathers day, I’ll turn you into a baseball fan yet.
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