Last year my wife drug me to the World Series because she was trying to get me out of my ‘The Phillies Blew It’ funk. The World Series is a bucket list item. Yes, it would have been a better bucket list accomplishment if my Phillies made it.
So while I was hating on my Phils and nursing my bruised pride, she treated us to Game 5 of the 2010 World Series. Even though that ended the run for the Rangers, we had a good time. I was going to bring some baseballs to get signed on the off chance I might get lucky but at the last minute I decided leave the balls at home.
After the game was over, we wandered over to the MLB Network Broadcast area and watched the announcers. I realized I made a mistake by leaving the balls at home. The field was filled with retired players. To top that off no one was begging for autographs. I don’t think many people recognized the players out of their uniforms and in suits.
Well, the Rangers returned to the World Series in 2011 and my Phillies again returned home prematurely. The wife bought tickets again but this time it was not for me. She had become a Rangers fan and SHE wanted to see the game.
