If you read my last post about Pittsburgh, you already know my family’s main reason for visiting involved my mom’s sense of adventure and my dad’s desire to see Los Angeles Dodger victories against the Pittsburgh Pirates. From my previous posts about Petco Park in San Diego, California and my affinity for the underdog, you already know baseball has always been a part of my life as long as I can remember. Not only am I named after the Brooklyn Dodgers, but my dad has also written a book Legend for the Legendary: The Origin of the Baseball Hall of Fame about whether or not Abner Doubleday invented baseball, and my family has been proud visitors and members of the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York. Although there’s plenty going on in my life as I struggle to arrange housing for a fall internship in Chicago, watching the games at PNC Park reminds me of how baseball is always there to remind me to not give up hope and solutions will develop when I least expect it. At PNC Park, I begin to see that baseball is more than a game. Continue Reading ›
It’s a typical summer afternoon and my dad is up to his usual. The smell of hot fresh popcorn fills the kitchen as my dad sits in the adjoining family room on his favorite Lay-Z-Boy recliner watching the latest Los Angeles Dodgers game. Since my dad can’t be at Dodger Stadium, he’s recreated the scenario with popcorn, peanuts, pretzels, and a lime margarita. If I sit down to join him, he’ll pause the game he’s watching on Direct TV and explain the strategy. If there’s a home run or a RBI, he’ll rewind the game and tell me to watch the moment. And, if I miss the game and the final winning moment, he’ll show me the next day on the TV recording and from an online video, explaining his excitement. Although he has a lot to say about baseball, this sport isn’t the only thing he talks about. In fact, my dad says a lot of things I haven’t forgotten. Here are a few phrases he says that perfectly describe him: Continue Reading ›
The weekend is quickly approaching, so that means it’s time for what every NFL fan has been eagerly awaiting: Super Bowl Sunday. Although baseball is the only sport I’ve been knowledgeable and enthusiastic about, I can’t avoid football in a town like Denver. In a city where football tickets are passed down from generation to generation, I’m hard-pressed to find a TV not featuring a game whether I’m at a bar, restaurant, or in the Wardrobe Room at work. Stage Managers, crew members, and actors eagerly discuss the possibilities, and during intermission cheering and yelling ensue before another act of the show begins. Since I can’t find a way to not join in on the excitement, I’ll be sharing my enthusiasm with the phrase, “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” with these style sets. Who will you be rooting for?