- I promised to take my dad to the World Series if the St. Louis Cardinals made it.
- I saw a championship ring ceremony at AT&T Park and thought, “I want to see that at Busch Stadium.”
- My baseball team started one memorable season.
I’ve made another promise. In some ways it’s simpler than last year’s World Series promise. In other ways, it’s more complex.
I want to take my dad to a baseball game this season. That’s it. I don’t care if the sun is shining or if it pours rain. I don’t care if it’s hotter than hell or if we have to dress in layers to keep from freezing. It doesn’t matter if they win or lose.
I just want to walk into the stadium with him one more time. I want to see him look out on the field and smile like a little boy. I want him to remind me of the promise I made to him when I was a little girl (I would have a good job so he could have good seats at the ballpark) and for him to remind me that I’ve kept that promise “many times.” I want him to order nachos and cheese and say, “Don’t tell your mom” while he gets the evidence on his shirt.
I just want one more. That’s all. One more.