Publication: Freedom — OCR - Placentia News-Times; Date: Sept 29, 2017; Section: News; Page Number: 4
WHAT A DAY
Keeping score when you compete against yourself
Even though I like to compete at horse shows, I don’t think of myself as a competitive person. I’m not competing against others to win, I’m competing with myself, to see if I can do better than the last time.
When you compete against yourself, it’s difficult to be a sore loser, or a bad winner.
It’s the same when I am watching any kind of sporting match. I have my favorite team or player, but I have no control over whether they win or lose. All I can do is admire everyone’s athleticism, and wish my team good luck.
They’re not my circus, nor my monkeys. I’m just here to eat peanuts and watch the show.
This is on my mind because Dale and I went to the Angels game last night, along with several of our friends. It was my first Angels game all season, although not my first ball game. In August, I got to see the Cubs play at Wrigley Stadium.
The game last night was a last-minute decision, so I wasn’t expecting much. We didn’t even have tickets, hoping to be able to find 7 seats reasonably close together. Little did I know how lucky we were going to get.
Not only did we find seats together, they were half-price because we all got the senior discount. One of the perks of growing older is that things often cost less, if you’re not too proud to tell people how old you are.
Sadly, I’m getting a lot of discounts these days without being asked my age. Those 12-year-old cashiers make a lot of assumptions.
Our next bit of luck was that the seats were at the Club Level. I’ve gotten spoiled in my twilight years, and do not want to sit in the topmost tiers of the ballpark. I want to sit in the seats that are cushioned, and have a waitress take my order. Granted, our seats were down the right field foul line, about as far away as you can get, but we were next door to the restaurant.
The game got off to a slow start, at least for me. I like lots of hits, and lots of scoring. My husband is just as happy with a battle of the pitchers to see which one can get the most strikeouts.
I do enjoy that moment before the ball leaves the pitcher’s hand and heads toward the plate. It’s a mere breath in time, yet it contains infinite possibilities. Will it be in the strike zone? Will the batter hit it? Is this a home run?
As I absorb the moment, I think of daily life and how many instances like this we all face routinely. The stoplight is turning green—will I drive through safely or be hit by another car? The mailbox is closed—does it contain bills or a check?
I suppose, like baseball, if you add up those instances, you’ve either won or lost the game.
Last night, Cleveland won. They played a good game and deserved the victory. At the end of the day, I had a lovely night out with my hubby and our friends. Although I root for the Angels, I was okay with the results. At heart, I’m a Cubs fan.
Cubs fans learn to thrive on their losses.
Longtime Placentia resident Gayle Carline tracks those moments that shape her days as a wife, mom, computer whiz and horsewoman. E-mail her at [email protected].