I love ballgames but I only like to go during the day. Night time games in San Fransisco are just not my thing. I don't like cold and at night, sitting on a plastic seat right next to San Francisco Bay is my idea of hell. I cannot wear clothes that are warm enough.
Oh I guess I could borrow a pair of Alex's long johns and put on layers and layers of clothing and look something like a homeless woman and that would keep me warm enough. But I would have to also wear a hat with ear flaps and a ski mask. Plus, I would need those "oogla" boots with the fur in them and on them. Honestly, does anyone really believe I would do that? (Of course not.)
Sitting in one place for 3 or 4 hours turning into an ice cycle is not my idea of a good time, even if I look like a cute ice cycle. I can wear a pair of high heels and well cut jeans, and a sweater, a scarf and a leather jacket and look great, but be frozen by the 7th inning stretch. It's just not my thing. Afternoons are fine at the park, but evenings are usually brutally cold.
Alex was so excited to tell me that he had gotten us "play-off" tickets after the Giants won the Division. "Great, Honey!" I said stupidly. I had failed to ask "When are they playing?", meaning was it a day game or a night game. Alex didn't know because the game time was not announced at that point, so I hoped for the best. I maintained my positive attitude until I found out on Friday that the game would start at 6:30 PM.
Knowing Alex was so happy, I just didn't know how to tell him that I would not be going to the game with him. It's turned "cool" and there is no way I would even consider walking for miles to get to the stadium where I would sit and freeze for hours on a Sunday night. Last evening, I approached the subject with my husband. "Alex! How would you feel about going to the game with Nelson?" Alex looked at me with disbelief! "I can't believe you don't want to go to a play-off game!"
I replied "Oh Honey! I really do want to go, but my foot is really bothering me after all the walking we did yesterday in San Francisco. I just don't think I could do it again without ending up totally unable to walk." Alex said "Well, let me call Nelson."
Fortunately, Nelson was delighted to be invited. But I guarantee you, Nelson was not as delighted as I was knowing I could stay home and watch the game on tv in my nice warm house, in my nice warm sweats, and not have to rub up against strangers in the crowd of people navigating from one place to another. I don't have to eat nasty ball park food or drink a $10 beer. I can be home in front of my 60" HD flatscreen television and watch the game, including highlights without people screaming around me. I can go grab a glass of wine if I wish, and dine on chocolate cookies while my pups watch me with adoring eyes as I use ice packs on my gimpy foot. Okay, that's a lie. My foot is fine. I just didn't want to go.
At least this time I didn't have to fake that I had a ruptured appendix.
