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What is the one thing you'd never give up?
Excepting the obvious (my husband, my friends, my family), the answer is simple: my Baltimore Orioles season tickets. I've had them since 1988 or thereabout, so I have wicked seniority when it comes to playoff tickets, for one. And they're really good seats: Field 44, which is between the home dugout and home plate, first row of the second section back. We used to have the Terrace Field Box above them when we were younger, but we moved down when Kevin got drafted, and we've been there ever since.
Baseball is such a huge part of my life and it always has been. My dad was taking the whole family to games when we were still little kids, just like his dad did before him. It became a family bonding experience. Even though we were all pretty different -- Lisa, for example, had no real interest in sports, and neither did my mom, unless Kevin was involved -- we all came. We'd sit for a few hours, eat until we were full, with me, my dad and my brother talking about the game while Lisa and Mom pretended to know what we meant. But everyone spent time together, and everyone had fun.
Things only got more involving once Kevin decided to become a pro baseball player. Of course, then that became the core of his life, and an important part of ours too. He's been part of the organization for a long time now, and this is his career. His passion. Something he's good at, and enjoys. It's now our chance, as brother and sister, to still get together and bond. I'm busy with cases and he's on the road, but we always squeeze in a ballgame to sit and talk and keep close to each other.
Baseball is one of the rare things in my life that's been a constant from since I was a kid to today. That's important to me. So I'd never give those tickets up. That'd be giving up a lot of history.
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 336
Excepting the obvious (my husband, my friends, my family), the answer is simple: my Baltimore Orioles season tickets. I've had them since 1988 or thereabout, so I have wicked seniority when it comes to playoff tickets, for one. And they're really good seats: Field 44, which is between the home dugout and home plate, first row of the second section back. We used to have the Terrace Field Box above them when we were younger, but we moved down when Kevin got drafted, and we've been there ever since.
Baseball is such a huge part of my life and it always has been. My dad was taking the whole family to games when we were still little kids, just like his dad did before him. It became a family bonding experience. Even though we were all pretty different -- Lisa, for example, had no real interest in sports, and neither did my mom, unless Kevin was involved -- we all came. We'd sit for a few hours, eat until we were full, with me, my dad and my brother talking about the game while Lisa and Mom pretended to know what we meant. But everyone spent time together, and everyone had fun.
Things only got more involving once Kevin decided to become a pro baseball player. Of course, then that became the core of his life, and an important part of ours too. He's been part of the organization for a long time now, and this is his career. His passion. Something he's good at, and enjoys. It's now our chance, as brother and sister, to still get together and bond. I'm busy with cases and he's on the road, but we always squeeze in a ballgame to sit and talk and keep close to each other.
Baseball is one of the rare things in my life that's been a constant from since I was a kid to today. That's important to me. So I'd never give those tickets up. That'd be giving up a lot of history.
Muse: Stark Patrick
Fandom: The X-Files (OC)
Words: 336