Posted By Jeff Fletcher on July 18, 2011 7:42 pm
We made it through the doubleheader on Saturday. All 19 innings of it. Oh sure, we ate some junk food, but not too much. I have to say I’m a little bit amazed that my little 8-year-old lasted through two entire baseball games, without once saying “I’m bored” or “I’m ready to go.” I even offered a few times. “Are you having fun? Do you want to stay?” He said yes. Every time.
It was quite a day. He even got to see the A’s win a game. They had been 0-3 in his first few trips to the park this year. And they dropped to 0-4 after the first game on Saturday. Not only did he get to see them win, but it was a 10th-inning walk-off, so that was cool.
But I’m also a little worried about the kid.
See, when I was 9, for some reason — maybe I liked the uniforms or just thought the name sounded cool — I started following the Mariners. It grew into an obsession in my teens. I was the most die-hard Mariners fan outside the state of Washington. Living in Ohio, I stayed up way past my bedtime many nights, just waiting to see if they’d won out on the West Coast. I lived and died with the likes of Phil Bradley and Alvin Davis and Ivan Calderon and Mike Schooler and Rey Quinones and … I could go on forever.
Most of that time, the Mariners stunk. So I pretty much spent most of my life as a baseball fan following a loser. (Sadly, the Mariners only started to get good in my last years before becoming a baseball writer, when I shed all my team loyalties.)
Now, to my son. As we were watching the games on Saturday, he kept looking up at the out-of-town scoreboard and telling me who was beating who. One particular score kept getting his attention, for reasons I can’t quite comprehend.
It was the Pirates. He kept talking about them. Wondering how they were doing. Wondering who they are playing next.
Don’t ask me why — maybe he likes their uniforms or the name — but my son is showing early signs of an interest in … the Pirates.
At least they don’t stink this year as much as they usually do, but I have to say I’m a little nervous that he’s just opening himself up to years of suffering.