Since today is the Fourth of July, I want to share a funny story about my mom and baseball.
Growing up, one of my dad’s customers had season tickets to Dodgers games and he would ask my dad if he wanted any of the tickets. So if there was a home game available around then (which usually there was) Dad would ask for a Fourth of July game so we could watch the fireworks afterwards. Now Mom was never a baseball fan so she always stayed home while Dad and I went out. However, this changed one year when I was about 12.
After many years of staying home during or around the Fourth of July, Mom got fed up at being left behind. So one year when I was about 12 she decided to come with us. Now because Mom wasn’t a baseball fan, Mom brought a book with her. And I remember she asked enough times while we were there when the game was going to be over or when we could leave that she ruined it for Dad and I and we left either halfway through or at the end of the third inning.
And that’s the first, last, and only time Mom joined Dad and I for a Fourth of July baseball game.
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