This last Saturday I had the pleasure of going to a White Sox game with my brother in law, Jacob Cafaro, It was a beautiful Saturday game, the sun was shining, the beer was cold, and if you've never had a SuperComiskey Hot dog, that might be one you could put on your bucket list. The Sox almost pulled it off too, but no, a loss to the Twins 2-1. Jake and I talked about many things during the afternoon but our main topic was work, and future jobs as Jake is going to be looking for a new job this summer. He even asked my advice on going to work for the Federal Government, specifically military. I gave him the pros and cons from my days in the Corps, then we started talking about the possibilities both of us could have done with our lives.
During the day I played a game in my mind I haven't done since I was a kid. I would watch one person while they were working and try to imagine myself as that person and how my day would have gone. I saw my life as a Major League baseball player making millions of dollars living in luxury, I saw myself as a parking lot attendant making ten bucks an hour trying to survive in a very expensive city. I saw myself as the Official Organist of the White Sox getting forty thousand people (most of whom would never dare sing at a Karaoke) to all belt out 'take me out to the ball game.'
Now don't get me wrong I strongly believe I have a good job and a great family. I wouldn't change what I do or who I am. But for one day wouldn't it be cool as hell to just yell 'peanuts' and watch a ball game and get paid.
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3 comments:
Love it. You're a great writer. You used 'whom' correctly! I mean, who does that anymore?! Now, have you been to Fenway? That's an experience. A Fenway Frank (not that I'd know) are to-die-for and when the sold out crowd stands to sing Sweet Caroline after the 7th inning - well, it's enough to make a grown man cry.
GAH! I left that comment, didn't realize Chris was signed in on my laptop. It's me!
xo,
Ashley
Thanks for the ego boost Ashley. I'm have to admit this was my first major league game. I've been to tons of Husker and Minor league games but never the show. I told my brother in law Jake 'there is just something wrong with a grown man in the US who has never been to a MLB game.' I fixed the problem, and added another, I must be a White Sox fan forever.
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