As I walked through the turnstile into Citizens Bank Park tonight, the guy that swiped my ticket told me to enjoy the game.
I told him to do the same.
A few steps into the stadium later, it struck me that the fact that he was working the gate at the game didn't necessarily mean he would get to go inside and watch. In fact, if he was watching the door, maybe he wouldn't get to go in at all.
Yikes.
I was worried for him. That would be rough to be so close to the action and not quite get to participate.
So I turned around, maneuvered back against the tide of the crowd, tapped in him on the shoulder, and asked him if he had to man the turnstile throughout the game.
Oh no, he said. I'll be in there with you. Someone takes over for me after the fourth inning, and I'll be running inside as soon as he arrives.
Made me smile.
As did just about EVERYTHING about
the game.
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