April Tradition

For the last five years or so, my father and I have a father-daughter day where we go to one of the very first games of the season. It hits at a good time to make it his birthday present, and we celebrate with all the junk food food groups.

Since he lives near San Diego, we hit Petco Park for some Padres baseball. First and foremost, he's a Giants fan, and often the first homestand is Padres-Giants, which means he's rooting for the Giants and I'm rooting for them both (I don't care a whole lot).

This year we saw the Padres-Dodgers. My father happily votes Padres when the Giants aren't around, and I was more than happy to root for them, loudly, because I (sadly, as a Los Angeles resident) have no love for the Dodgers (five words: Kirk Gibson, 1988 World Series). See, I grew up a fan of the Oakland A's. Enough said.

This Easter Sunday's weather was perfect: not too hot, not too cold. And the game was pretty good, with the Padres winning and Chase Headley hitting a grand slam. When's the last time you were in the park to see one of those?

All in all, it was a good break from what one person termed my hibernation. Now back to the work-in-progress....