I’m married to a die-hard Dodgers fan. My 12 year-old is just as bad. He has a (very creepy) Clayton Kershaw Fathead in his room. Dodgers stuff everywhere. It’s their father-son thing, just like it was for my husband and his father. They may be ready to throttle each other, but all stops for baseball.
My father-in-law died at almost exactly this time last year. I woke up this morning and thought, “They’re going to the World Series tonight. That man’s shade will haunt me for 40 years if I don’t make them go.” I told my protesting husband, “This is not optional. He left you a little money for EXACTLY times like this. No debate.”
Get on Stub Hub. Someone was selling their seats for less than the other seats are going for, by a lot. Got them. My husband and son are going. I have genuinely never seen them so excited about ANYTHING.
Life is short. I adored my father-in-law. This game is on him.