I just updated the little scrapbook my mom gave me for this little endeavor (filled with well-wishes from everyone who attended our kick-off/ Nick's 30th birthday party at PNC Park) with the stubs and notes from the Nats game. I had the end of The Green Hornet (Seth Rogan edition-- it's a pretty awesomely awful travesty of a movie) on for background noise, when it hit me that this was the last movie Nick saw in a theater.
Sigh. Oh, those precious moments of emotional sucker punches right in a spot already tender as hell. Those moments when my desperate but tenuous grasp on my emotional control slips completely. At least I was in private-- unlike those moments at Camden Yards or yesterday at Nationals Park where, surrounded by thousands of people having a grrrrrrrrrrrreat time. Those are the times the grief likes to cling, the invisible anchor weighing me down. It's almost like my own personal emotional humidity-- sapping my strength and occasionally erupting into a violent storm, after which it worsens as often as it eases.
I know, I know. One step at a time, it's a process, etcetera, etcetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
At some point, I will actually write up each of the stadiums (can I say stadia? I really want to use stadia, but I'm afraid of sounding pretentious). But each visit is emotionally taxing-- heck, each time I update this blog, it's emotionally taxing-- so my write-ups will have to wait a little longer.
But it's okay, I think. It's going to take a while to visit the stadiums (stadia!) outside of my metro area(s), so there will be plenty of time to catch up.
Sunday, June 3, 2012
We're at the first park Nick never got to visit today. He did see the Nationals at home-- when they played at RFK. We were supposed to come to DC to see Nationals Park, but our schedules didn't quite work out with the Nats' schedule that summer. And then he was gone.
Very nice park. Al & the Parrot enjoyed clowning around, as you can see.
Three down, 27 to go.