On Tuesday night, my boyfriend and I attended a Phillies Game against the Houston Astros. Although we are more hockey fans than baseball (Go Flyers!!), we were excited to be going to the game for a new date night activity together.
We were excited to do all the American baseball classics; eat our jumbo hotdogs and anticipate any and all foul balls that we could possibly obtain.
The night was cloudy with rain droplets scattered, the Astros were well on their way with a lead of 5-0 in the 6th inning. We sat patiently waiting for the Phillies to do anything, more-so anticipating a home-run so that the stadium’s liberty bell would ignite the crowd’s energy.
As we sat and waited for some action, I had to remind myself that we were only sitting in these royal blue seats, because of someone’s kindness. We were only able to enter that stadium, because my boyfriend’s mom’s coworker was giving away her two tickets for free. I do not know the circumstance around the situation, but still, it made me thankful to be able to enjoy a free date night.
Even before this realization occurred, I had a feeling this night was special. For when we parked across from the stadium, a dragonfly flew by my car windshield. Indeed, it was special.
The rest of the night was filled with giggles, accidentally spilling our row neighbor’s beer (don’t worry, we offered $5 to cover it), ice cream, and searching for a baseball to buy as a token for our first baseball game together.
Although the night ended up being a flop for the Phillies, my heart was still happy.