In my most pathetic and sad state ever, I had to leave the game today in disgrace. I didn’t feel too well on my way to the game but pressed on so as not to miss a great day of baseball. By the time I got to my seat, I was shaking with a fever. I am sitting there rocking in my chair and finally, by the seventh, I had to scream “UNCLE!”

I thought very carefully about my decision to leave. To make my attendance “official” i had to stay for 4.5 innings (or 27 outs). I even huddled near a railing, by a hot dog stand, just to stay warm. Pathetic? Yes. Official. Just barely. I stepped out of the park just moments after making to the official marker of my game. I had this terrible vision of throwing up on my way home with no one helping me because I would seem “drunk.” I would have had to hire a rickshaw to wheel me home but a block. Fortunately, I made it and again, another day…I can’t come out to play.