Spontaneity is generally not my thing. I’m a planner. I thrive off the anticipation of what’s to come. But, this weekend, I knew I had to get out of town and time kept slipping away, until suddenly it was midday Saturday and I had no plans. Still, Sacramento, hot and smoggy, was telling me to get lost.
Lake Tahoe, probably too crowded, I decided. Napa, still hot if it’s 100+ degrees here. San Francisco, perfect. Home Giants’ game, even better! Last year around my birthday, I really wanted to go to a game, but they were playing the Red Sox and all that was left were bleachers for $75 apiece. Yikes. So, I was thrilled to discover the cheap seats against the Rockies were only $22. Sold.
I recruited my dad, brother, and husband for a good old fashioned boys’ day, (plus me, of course!). Not that the women in my family weren’t invited, they were just off enjoying Outside Lands, so it was an even better opportunity to steal my favorite guys for the day. Growing up, it was just me, my dad, and my brother for a number of years, so I’m a pro at hanging out with the boys, (probably where I developed my strange love for muscle cars…).
Sunday, Giants’ game, awesome. The weather was in the mid seventies with a nice, ocean breeze. The drive was pretty easy, although I was a passenger, so I can’t complain. And, of course, the company was flawless. Really does not get better than my three favorite guys and baseball. The Giants even won in an exciting 8th inning comeback, inspiring me to do a happy dance. I may not be the biggest sports fan on earth, but baseball is comforting. It sounds like childhood, a lazy Sunday afternoon, the tv announcer calling the action, family.