Upon arrival the home coach showed us to his office where we would be dressing. Once there he says “We will have a policeman here at the end to escort you guys to the parking lot.”
I had the plate. The backstop seemed like it was within arm’s reach from me. There was a big boy in his lawn chair at the fence who starts in with the very first pitch. He went the whole game. He and the 100+ home crowd were annoying as hell the entire game. They must have been selling alcohol in the concession stand. I had a hard time focusing on pitches and I know I missed several because of the distractions.
This was an elimination game so I understand the excitement. I just don’t think a 4 dollar ticket gives you the privilege to ride my ass for 2 hours. It never got personal, so outwardly I ignored it. But to be honest, I just never got comfortable during the game like I usually do and it affected me. I have to say that this is only one of a handful of games I have done that I wish I could forget about.
I guess the police escort felt he didn’t need to show up to get us to the parking lot since the home team won. We left without incident and even heard a few “good game blue” comments as we left. Really? I was expecting to run into the big boy on the way out. I think he was sharing a cold beer and hot dog with our police escort.
3.5 hours total of travel time
.75 hour pregame time
2.2 hour game time
82 dollar game fee.
300 dollar PTSD counseling costs.
I think I came out the loser in this deal.














