Last night was a disappointment. We had our second rain out of the year at Harbor Park. I got to the the stadium just prior to what should have been the first pitch. We were already delayed, but the radio announcer on 1310 AM sports radio say that he thought that they might get the game in. Boy was he wrong. I got to the park and had my usual chat with Chip the usher for section 202, my friend and usher Elliott visiting family and slacking in Massachusetts this week. I also talked with Ray and Bill the Vietnam Veteran Beer vendors and Kenny over at the King Twist Pretzel stand. As I was getting my cup of Gordon Biersch Marzen the rain started coming down again. Like really heavy. I went over and got my pretzel, this time salted with Guilden’s Spicy Brown Mustard and continued to visit on the concourse. I did not even dare to try to take my seat in section 102 row B. Far too exposed to the elements. The rain continued as me and my stadium buddies talked about life, baseball the military and other assorted subjects.
I’ve never been a big fan of rain, especially when I have to be out in it. I have never been fond of the tropics for this very reason. I always figured with my love for the military that had I served in World War II that I would have done very well with Rommel and the Afrika Korps, but not so well at Guadalcanal. To my Vietnam era brothers, I’ll take the desert of my Iraq any day over the Mekong Delta. When I deployed with the Marines to Okinawa in 2000-2001 I was ever so glad to go to Camp Fuji Japan and to South Korea for this very reason. I don’t like to be out in the rain. I know that we need it, but I still don’t like it. I hate to clean mud off of me or dry out clothing and not only that there are the vermin. Snakes, bugs and all sorts of slithery and slimy creatures that you can’t see loaded with all sorts of poisons and disease. There are patently some of those things in the desert, but they are easier to spot.
We in addition to contenting with the infernal rain, we had a leak at the hospital which involved my office. It was damaged by the leak, not nearly as badly as my next door neighbor Carl, but enough to warrant me getting called at home and to have to wait for maintenance people half of the morning. That is now fixed and as I look at the fresh ceiling tile, untouched by moisture I breathe a sigh of relief. I look in my trash can and see the goo of the former ceiling tiles which look like regurgitated oatmeal with mold on it, and I can only thank God for Grace. Not God’s Grace, which I am always thankful to the Deity Herself for, but for Grace the lady who faithfully cleans my office who found the leak and reported it. God does look after Her miscreant baseball loving Priests, and once again I am thankful.
It has been raining all day today. I do feel that this is the Devils work for only the Devil could be involved in trying to rain out more one game in a short homestead. I will head over to Harbor Park and hopefully this infernal rain will relent and we will be graced by baseball tonight. If not, I’ll have my beer and hot dog and go home when they call it after conversation with my friends on the concourse.
Post Script: The Deity Herself smiled upon us. The rain ended and we got game one in before it started coming down again. The Tides won on a combined 2 hit shutout by starter Rich Hill and Matt Albers. Hill was in his 3rd rehab start with the Tides. Tarps we being readied as I left the stadium between the two games. The weather radar shows some pretty heavy weather coming up from the southwest. I do think that the Devil may take the nightcap away. I had a nice time talking with Chip, Ray, Bill and Kenny up on the concourse. Had an older gentleman who said that he played for the 1969 Tides sat next to me with his brother who knew little about the game. The older gentleman knew the game and when his less than knowledgeable brother got distracted on the concourse for a couple of innings we had a nice talk. All in all a nice night. Hopefully tomorrow is even better. Peace, Steve+
Second Post Script: Despite the Devil’s best efforts the Deity Herself ensured that the weather held at Harbor Park for the Tides to take the nightcap from the Clippers 5-2. This in spite of a 17 minute power outage. The weather is now coming in fast. David Hernadez got the win for theTides and Jim Miller the save. Nolan Reimold, Scott Moore and Oscar Salazer all doubled and Mike Costanzo tripled.