Mark
I was going , maybe 5 , when Grandpa decided it was time for my first Red Sox game. I woke up early that day and put on my little red jersey. We boarded the big bus with the cushy seats and tv's ; I was amazed - tv's on a bus ! During the ride Grandpa tells me all the exciting things I would experience at the game. I grew antsy and had to work to stay calm in my seat.
Finally we reached our destination. We had our tickets ripped and entered the turnstiles. Then we took a couple flights of stairs up to our seats. “There it is. “ , Grandpa said. I peered up from under my baseball cap. THE GREEN MONSTER stood before me in all of its glory. I settled into the hard,plastic seat and put my baseball glove on my lap; I've been practicing my catching all week in case a ball came our way.
The smells of sugar and butter filled the air as spectators began to take their seats. “Peanuts ! Get your peanuts here ! Hot dogs ! Ice cream ! Ice cold beer here ! “ Grandpa ordered us hot dogs, peanuts , and a big cold coke to share. I don't remember the game starting. When I woke up we were on the bus. Grandpa smiled at me “ Did you have a good time ? “ best time of my life. “ I nuzzled into his shoulder and fell back to sleep.
And this memory continues to serve as one of the best days of my life. Even though Grandpa missed his favorite team play , he didn't ever make me realize it. He taught me that some times there is more satisfaction to making someone else happy besides yourself.
