So, it’s Jackie Robinson Day (April 15th) league-wide. All teams are showing their support by wearing #42 jerseys in honor of Jackie’s retired #42.
I go to work that day like any other day. Three tickets to the Brewers vs. Reds game later that night are waiting for me on my kitchen table when I finish work.
Around 11am, my employer sends me on a special assignment (due to the nature of my employment, I can’t provide details).
This assignment was to take me into the afternoon before I could go home and get ready for the game. Fine. I have no choice.
1pm rolls around…2pm…3pm…4pm…now I’m pissed. I’m about to miss Batting Practice.
To make a long story short, I didn’t get relieved from my assignment until 930 pm. I had not only missed BP, I had missed nearly the entire game. Work sucks.
So, I walked out to my truck and got in. I turn the radio to the Brewers game. I’m cussing to myself. The first thing I here is Brewers 2B Rickie Weeks is at the plate. Soon, Bob Uecker gets excited because Weeks just hit a home run to the opposite field and near the visitor’s bullpen (near where my seats are located). I cuss out loud-thinking…great, not only do I miss BP, I miss the freakin’ game AND I miss a home run opportunity right to my seats. I’m ticked.
Until I get home.
When I get home, my house is empty. No wife, no kids. Hmm. I look to the table where I had laid out my Brewers tickets and they’re gone!! Did my wife go to the game with the kids?? Did she take it upon herself to avoid letting them go to waste??
At that moment, my cell phone rings. It’s my wife. She sounds excited. She tells me she took the kids to the game so the tickets wouldn’t go to waste.
Cool woman. I’m very impressed.
She goes on to say how Rickie Weeks hit a home run near our section and that our 3yr. old daughter got the home run ball!! WTF!?!?!
It turns out, the ball went into the Reds bullpen. My daughter ran over and asked for the baseball. Reds relief pitcher Arthur Rhodes tossed it to my wife who was holding our 2 month old son with our 3yr old daughter standing nearby.
It gets better.
It turns out that the Brewers/Rickie Weeks wanted that home run ball back. They wouldn’t tell my wife why they wanted it back (we’re assuming because it was Jackie Robinson Day). They offered her a signed Trevor Hoffman baseball in return for the Rickie Weeks game home run ball.
She asked herself, “what would my husband do?”
He would say, “hell no!”
So, she kept the ball. Sorry Rickie…the Brewers staff should have tried harder. A signed baseball for a game home run ball? Someone’s on drugs.
BTW, when my 3yr old found out the Brewers wanted the ball she began to cry, stating, “why do the Brewers wanna take my ball?” As tears rolled down her face.
Poor kid. You keep that ball…that’s your 1st career home run ball. Way to go kid.
Like father, like daughter.
Kudos to my wife for everything-plain and simple. She rules.
Rickie’s black bat left a nice little black paint transfer mark on the ball where he made contact.
I guess missing the game wasn’t so bad after all!