I Went to a Rangers Game

And this is significant because 1.) I have extreme disdain for professional sports and 2.) I swore I would never go to a Ranger Game again after the strike back in 1994 - 1995.  And yes - 2 is directly responsible for 1.  But my friend Karla asked me to go, and my dad has never been, so we went.  You know what?  I had a blast.  And the seats were awesome - 9th row home plate (which brought back LOTS of memories from my 12th row home plate days in the old stadium).  You may not know this - but my childhood was baseball.  I was at every home game.  I was there when Nolan pitched his 7th no hitter and threw his 5,000 strikeout.  I remember when he punched Ventura.  I used to yell insults to Pete Incavillia and Rueben Sierra. I had a crush on Steve Bouchelle.  I met Bobby Valentine at charity events and Ranger dinners.  I campaigned to keep the Rangers in Arlington and I spoke in front of City Council pleading my case.  I did hands around the Ballpark.  I told George Jr that he was JUNIOR, not the real George Bush.  I sat in the bleachers and had buckets of beer dumped on me.  I idolized Zonk.   The Rangers were very much my childhood, and when they went on strike when I was in high school, I felt like my heroes had turned out to be frauds.   Sitting at the game this past Friday and just...enjoying...the game, it was like getting a small taste of my childhood back.  Thank you for that, Karla!