Baseball is a crucial part of me. I've never in my life been far from it. So today, I went to Cheney Stadium as I always have, every summer, to enjoy some quality (most of the time) minor league baseball. My guys certainly didn't disappoint. A walk-off homer by Prentice Redman gave them the win, and series sweep.
But today was the last game of the season. I hate the last day of the season. It means that fall and football have arrived. I'm pretty sure the reason I despise (American) football is simply that it takes baseball's place. This year the last game was even worse than I remember from years past, as I won't be in the country at all next season. I've never, I repeat, never missed an opening night at Cheney Stadium my entire life. Twenty-four years in a row I've sat in Section 17, row 3 (sometimes row 4), seat two on a cold (and most years rainy) April evening. And I've seen every July 3rd Independence Day celebration game except the year I was interning in DC (no, 3rd isn't a typo- the Rainiers celebrate a day early). I'll miss both next year.
There's always internet radio, of course. So you can bet I'll be listening online next April. But it's certainly not the same.
Happy off-season, all.
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