I still can't believe it. Yesterday morning started like any other Monday. I was slowly getting things put back in order from the weekend. I had to go to the grocery store. I was making dinner for friends who just had a baby. And in the midst of it all, I got a text message from my husband. It read, "Do you want to go to the World Series tonight?" I was thinking, sure I do, but I don't want to pay $500.00 for a standing room only ticket. But Jim quickly explained that ticket prices had plummeted since the Yankees had gone up 3-1 in the series. Most were about 1/4 of the price they had been the previous day.
I was stunned. In the back of my mind I kept thinking the possibility of going was too good to be true. There seemed to be tons of tickets available, so for me the road block was finding someone to watch the girls so last minute. But my mother-in-love came through big time for us and agreed to take the girls for the long evening. As soon as I heard she would watch the kids it hit me that this was actually going to happen.
I was so excited. I got ready for the game hours ahead of time. I had the girls packed and ready to go long before Jim even got home from work. The minutes couldn't pass quick enough. It was a good thing it all happened on a whim because I can't even imagine how tortured I would've been waiting for days to go to the game!
Finally it was time. Jim's dad, my sister-in-love Susan, Jim, and I were on our way to Citizens Bank Park for game 5 of the World Series. We made incredible time getting to the ball park, found parking fairly easy, and made it inside in time to watch the Yankees take batting practice. Sue and I leisurely strolled around the entire ball park, just soaking it all in. From our seats (12 rows up, along the 3rd baseline) we watched the Phanatic harass a poor, freezing security guard. It was the closest I'd ever been to him and I just think he is the coolest mascot ever.
Before we knew it, it was game time. Alanis Morissette sang the National Anthem. Robin Roberts and Jim Bunning threw out the ceremonial first pitch. And then the Phillies took the field while tens of thousands of fans swirled white rally towels. As I swung my towel along with the masses, that's when I knew I wasn't dreaming. I was actually at the World Series.
The game was super exciting and incredibly intense in the end. The stadium lit up with fireworks 4 times during the game in celebration of home runs hit by the Phils. But the best display was after the last out of the 9th inning as they declared that the Phillies had won the game. It was one of the most exciting experiences of my life and definitely a day I will never forget. Special super duper thanks to my father-in-law for covering half our ticket cost so we could splurge for our incredible seats.
When I woke up Monday morning, I had no idea that I'd be at the World Series that night. Wow.... life is crazy and God is good!