I'm still alive I swear!

Friends, I am a baseball girl, no doubt about it. I don’t know anything about hockey, don’t like football, and I can’t stand the squeaking of shoes of polished wood floors. In lieu of the fact that I don’t watch many other sports and baseball season ended with me being very disappointed, I’m going to discuss my favorite baseball memory. Ever.
Okay, it may not be ever, but that time where my dad saved my face from an incoming foul ball is not nearly long enough for me to talk about for longer than this sentence. I mean he quite literally saw the ball coming toward my face and while I could not move for fear that if I did it would see me and kill me he put his hand up to block it.
Let the record show that I am a Philly girl, and as such I support the Phillies. And by support I mean LOVE. And by love I mean I want to have the babies of Werth, Fransisco, and Lee. Also, I grew up in a baseball family so next to swimming, watching America’s fav past time was a pretty frequent occurrence.
I started off this year with a secret New Year’s resolution. Sure, I made the one’s where you’re supposed to try and better yourself by saying, “I resolve to eat healthier, work out more, be kinder, curse less, etc, etc.” I said one of those- I think it was something like be more outgoing—but on the inside what I really meant was to be going out to more Phillies games. For those playing at home I went to exactly the same amount as I did last year: 2. Big disappointment. But I’m going to resolve to go to more next season. And that is a promise, nay, a RESOLUTION, sir.
Anyway, back to my purpose. My favorite memory is actually from this year. I went to a game with my two girl friends, Alli and Amanda. It was THE game against the Mets and we were so close to right field that I could almost touch Jayson Werth’s butt. Needless to say it was good times. The last games I was at I wasn’t around baseball characters, if you will. You know these characters. If you’ve been to any game you’ll recognize the characters I’m talking about. They are outrageous, hilarious, and, in short, drunk. We were sitting two rows in front of them and every, and I mean EVERY, time Ryan Church was in Right Field there was a barrage of insults thrown at him. For example:
“You suck Church!”
“Church, you suck!”
“Way to miss the ball Church!”
And my favorite:
“Didn’t you get the memo Church? It’s Friday not Sunday! Go Home!”
Did I mention that these guys were great drunk hecklers?
Also, a couple rows in front of us was a guy wearing a Santana jersey. Every time he stood up the drunk hecklers would feel the need to scream, “SIT DOWN SANTANA!” Which prompted me to turn every which way to look for Carlos Santana, only to realize that it was just some guy in a baseball jersey, for the 7th time.
None of those reasons are why that night was my favorite night ever. It was my favorite night ever because Amanda felt it was necessary for us all to go to Pat’s(a cheesesteakery for those who are not from the area) long before the game started because she NEEDED to meet up with the guy after the game who was at the game with his family. We agreed because Alli had never had a real Philly Cheesesteak and two friends of mine where going to meet us there. Most likely drunk. After figuring out how to get there, walking 10 blocks, and waiting in a ridiculously long line we feasted on the tastiness that is a Philly Cheesesteak. Amanda opted not to, I assume because she was bummed because the dude bailed on her.
After snacking, we walked across the street to the bar my friends were at. We were greeted by a drunk Juan, wearing a blue clown’s wig, handing out shots and an over exuberant Dawn who was trying to convince her friend to go out with the bartender for free drinks.
After enjoying a round or two we left, and here is where the magic happens. We’re walking down the street talking about the game, how we need to go to more games, and how the Phillies are going to the World Series, and not a block from the bar and less than two feet from where we ate our scrumptious steaks o’ cheese, I was stepped on and then tripped in the middle of the road( the sidewalk was full of people waiting for cheesesteaks). In front of a car. Before you go “Oh no!” wait, because I’m going to slow it down for you:
Alli: I think we should definitely come to another game. I’m excited because my dad has season tickets and he owes me big time!
Amanda : I feel terrible for making us walk so far. That’s my fault.
Me: No it’s not and it doesn’t matter. Anyway, I want to go to more games than last year. That is my big pl- :man waiting for mouth watering cheesesteaks steps on my foot because he knows I’ve had a delicious cheesesteak and is jealous. I fall in super slow motion to the ground then dramatically roll around and make a scene:
Alli: NOOOOOOOOOOO! DANNNNNNNAAAAAA! :She rushes to save me as a car stops in front of me and holds on to me for pretty much 20 minutes:
And that’s why it’s my favorite baseball memory.