My husband has talked about this trip since I met him. He’d been to spring training in Florida once as a teenager, with his dad, but it just never worked out to take our kids. So many other plans interfered during spring break, not to mention the money and expense of taking a family of five. Then our youngest son started dreaming about it with him and during his junior year of high school, we started talking about taking a trip to celebrate his senior year. We’d taken a fun family vacation during each of the other two kids’ senior years, but for him, the youngest, no one had the same breaks. So it became the perfect moment for the spring training trip.
Now don’t get me wrong. I enjoy baseball. I mean, I grew up with the Texas Rangers, sitting in the bleachers seats on sweltering summer nights as a kid, listening to the games on the radio as in my dark room. I was even a card-carrying member of Jim Sundberg’s Junior Rangers. We went on bat night and ball night and hat night and any other giveaway night. After we married, when our kids were young, my husband bought a share in a season ticket group at his work and games were our date nights in the spring, summer, and even once or twice in the fall! But even with that history, I’m not the fan my husband and son are. Still, I tagged along, wanting time with them and thinking a few baseball games would be okay, too.
But I never imagined I’d attend five games in six days! Granted, they were all Texas Rangers games, so that helped. But still. I found myself nearly weeping with relief on my day “off.” Of course hubby and son weren’t content with that schedule. The two of them watched eight games in six days, traversing the Phoenix area to take in even teams they didn’t particularly follow. They loved being close to the field, watching practices, eating ball park food, and getting autographs. But I think most of all they just enjoyed sitting together watching the games. And I guess that’s what it was all about.
Is there a trip you took with your parents that still sticks in your memory? One with your kids?