My body is sinking into my bed right now with the weight of the day, the stress, the noise, the drive, the crowds, the junk food, the beer, the cheering, the driving, the crying, the worry, the anger, and the headache that my person battled throughout this special day. Opening Day at Dodger Stadium. The place where all your cares go away, where history and tradition, excitement and joy are everywhere you blink your eye. It's true -- this is what the Dodger experience forever brought to my father and our family -- and blessedly, it still does. However, the journey to get there today was a test to ones patience that cannot be explained. (Actually, the two, dear, wonderful, amazing, friends who helped me through today can attest to the trials of traffic when riding with my Dad.) The anxiety and worry that seeped through my Dad's eyes from the moment he woke up to the moment we forced him into the car to go to the game, up until we sat down and shoved a hot dog in his hand, after that hour and ten minutes of stop and go traffic was utterly unbearable. But once we were in those seats, and the dear Dodgers proceeded to get us up on our feet cheering for each of their 11 runs, the tears and the anxiety dissipated into the baseball breeze. And it wasn't until we were back on the freeway home that the anger and worry welled up again, and there was no way to deflect it. At least not until Mom got home and popped a Xanax into a bite of hamburger and shoved it in Dad's mouth.
It will be interesting to see what the last game of Dodger season is like this year... whether they go to a championship or whatever is beside the point, but whether we'll be sitting in those seats experiencing only Dodger Blues rather than the David Blues, I look forward to with hope.
Thank god for baseball season!!!! let the games begin.
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