I had a weird moment this morning. A weird moment where I really wanted to get back into minor league baseball. I don’t know where it came from, or why, but there it was.
My father used to split a season ticket package for the old Lowell Spinners team. We went to a ton of games and I always really enjoyed it. The Spinners no longer exist. I never went to a Pawtucket Red Sox game. They don’t exist either, though they are now in Worcester, which is easier for me to get to. I haven’t been to a Worcester game either. There’s the Portland Pirates up in Portland, ME. I’ve never been to one of their games either.
The team I forgot about, that is suddenly very interesting to me, is the New Hampshire Fisher Cats. They play in Manchester. Manchester is really close to home. Jen and I went to a Fisher Cats game on one of our first dates.
I suddenly really want to go to a Fisher Cats game. I asked Jen if she’d go to a game with me this summer and she said sure, though she looked at me like I was weird. I think it stems from me wanting to go to a UMass Lowell hockey game this year, but never actually getting to one. I think this is an extension of that.
I miss minor league sports. I miss live baseball. I miss live hockey. I miss live music. I miss live life, a little. Not too much. I’m still 100% introvert, you know.
This is a weird state of mind I suddenly find myself in. Maybe I’ll catch a Fisher Cats game and this state of mind will go away. We’ll see.
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