I guess I must have been about seven or eight. I couldn't have been much younger. It was the first time my Dad took me to a real baseball game. I guess I must have seen too many innings, because I suddenly had to get up and take a walk. I wasn't sure my Dad would let me go by myself, but we were within one run of tying the game and he didn't want to miss anything. I was thrilled. When you're seven or eight walking around the stadium by yourself is a very big adventure. I was a little hurt that he wasn't more worried about me. I mean who knows what kind of weirdos might have been walking around the stadium?
Anyway, there weren't any weirdos. But when I got back to my seat, this GUY was in it. This total stranger was in my seat, and he was talking to my Dad.
They were laughing and my Dad had his arm around his shoulder just like he used to put his arm around my shoulder! The men's room was up a level from our seats, so I saw them before they saw me. And all I could think was, why is he talking to that guy? That's my seat! That's MY DAD!
I couldn't move. I just stood there in the middle of the stadium frozen. I thought I'd been replaced. I wanted to scream, "No, Dad! I'll be a better son! Whatever it takes, I'll do it! Dad!" But I couldn't. I just stood there. I guess I was crying.
This guy in a blue shirt, I guess who was a security guard or something, came up and tried to find out what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him. How could I...