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The Beauty of Minor League Baseball
May 6, 2019
I have two super powers:Â
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Finding parking anytime, day or night, in Downtown Greenville.Â
Waking Jaimie up seconds before her alarm goes off.Â
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The first one Jaimie finds helpful. The second makes her want to murder me.Â
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This past Saturday, Jaimie was taking her post-rehearsal nap. At 6:58pm I hopped onto our bed:
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“Let’s go to the baseball game!”Â
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“My alarm is going off in two minutes.”Â
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“Oh. So I should leave you alone -“
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“-yes you should leave me alone.”Â
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Thirty minutes later, a groggy Jaimie emerged from the back. She had decided to humor me and go to the baseball game on the condition that I bought her ice cream and a hot dog. It seemed like a reasonable request. It was Star Wars night at the stadium, so Jaimie was sporting her A Woman’s Place is in the Resistance t-shirt.Â
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We got there in the middle of the second inning. Our local team is the Greenville Drive. The Single A Affiliate of the Boston Red Sox. We bought our ten dollar tickets and made our to our seats. A family was already sitting in the ones assigned to us, but this is minor league baseball- nothing really matters. Which is perhaps the reason I love it so much. For ten dollars you can sit outside and be mildly entertained by professional athletes. You can root for a team, yet truly not care who wins. You can watch the stupid between inning antics. Or not. You only paid ten dollars to be there. Who freaking cares!
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In the two weeks since I’ve known things are back, I’ve been to three of these utterly meaningless games. One with my family, one with Jaimie, and one by myself. I loved each and every one. I can’t remember who one any of the games. But I do remember the cups of boiled peanuts. I remember making fun of the player’s walk up music. And I remember that for two hours at a time, at these completely pointless sporting events, not thinking about the past, or the future to come. Â
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