Saving the Streak and Missing Baseball

As many of you know, Opening Day is kind of a big deal for me. I've been to every Phillies Home Opener (always capitalized) since 1980, and my son has been with me for every one since 2001.

I had tickets for the April 2 Home Opener, which wasn't a thing because of COVID-19. Yesterday, the Phillies announced two options for fans who had tickets to games in April or May. You can either get a credit to your account that can be used for tickets in either 2020 or 2021 or you can request a refund.

So me, being the moderately stable individual I am, emailed the Phillies this morning, asking how I can ensure that I have seats for the 2020 Home Opener, whenever that happens to be. I offered to trade my tickets from April 2. I'll let you know what they say if I hear back from them. I told them about the streak and going with my son and yada, yada, yada.

I mean, it's Opening Day. I need to be there. I have to be there. The streak must continue.

And another thing. I really miss baseball. I miss the banter between Scott Franzke and Larry Andersen on the radio. I miss the lovably miserable John Kruk doing color commentary. I miss going to the ballpark and paying $20 to park. I miss the smell of the grass as we stand in the first row of outfield during batting practice. I miss the Phanatic. I miss seeing my vendor friends who I worked with at The Vet in the late 70s and early 80s. I miss making fun of the Mets and envying the Braves. And I miss my beloved Phillies, who drive me crazy from time to time but also provide moments of unspeakable joy and happiness.

I can't wait to get back to the ballpark. Dammit, I really miss this game.