Monday we went to our first minor league baseball game here in Hampton Roads. Our AAA team is the Norfolk Tides who play in a beautiful stadium called Harbor Park. We parked our car at the Park & Ride and took the light rail to the stadium. Getting there an hour early gave us time to get situated, buy our program to learn the players, and scope out the food vendors.
Baseball is such an American sport that you just feel patriotic attending a game. We love the minors because they have a small-town, intimate feel about them. When we lived in San Antonio, we used to take our kids to see the Missions play at St. Mary’s University. The Missions didn’t have a stadium of their own at that time, though later, when one was built for them way out in the boonies, we attended once and never went back. It had lost the home town flavor.
Before we left for Monday’s game, my husband asked me if I knew where our old baseball gloves were. He wanted to bring his glove in case a foul ball came our way. I remembered seeing them high on a shelf in one of the guest bedroom closets. I pulled them all down and lined them up. What memories they brought back! We had bought one for each of the kids as well as ourselves, and we used to play catch out in the backyard. I remember how cute the children looked in their baseball caps. It was a heart tug, for sure. I miss those days of baseball games and hotdogs at St. Mary’s as a family. Going to Harbor Park on Memorial Day reminded me of those times. I even ate an extra hot dog for those kids.