Evey once in a while I either find out about things or participate in things that make me appreciate Arizona a little more than I already do. One of those things is Spring Training. Though I knew Spring Training was a big deal here, I never went to a game. In fact, I wouldn't have gone this year except for the persuasion of my father. Last Wednesday he came down from Bullhead City and spent the next two days with me. After I got off a school Thursday we got in the car and after an exciting forty-five minute drive, we made it to Goodyear Stadium.
The thing about me is that sometimes I forget how much I like something until I am around it again. Baseball is one of those things. I love it. I love the fields, and how they cut the grass. I love walking through the crowds to your seat, and the little boys carrying their baseball gloves that are there with their dads. I love getting up in between innings to wait in line for overpriced concessions (and hot dogs with barbecue sauce and a slice of bacon on them at this particular stadium). I love singing "take me out to the ball game" during the 7th inning stretch. I love listening to the old guys behind you talk about how a certain player isn't pulling his weight and what they would do better if they were coach. I love talking about how you want a foul ball and how the guy by third base got two in a row. I love how Larry the usher let us sit in the closest seats to the dugout.
I could go off about the game, and how much I love that. But the game is such a small part of the experience. There is a reason why they call it America's pastime.
I love that I got to go to that game with my dad, and that a love for baseball will be something that we will always share.