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Next Sunday is Father’s Day here in the US. June 18th and is also my father’s 86th birthday, so I am heading to New Jersey. Kelliann will be nursing all night and sleeping all day, (as she was yesterday), Megan safely arrived in Houston (also yesterday) to start the next chapter of her life at medical school, so that leaves Elissa (aka Jelly). It was decided that since I would be away, we would celebrate Father’s Day a week early and that I would spend the day with her and her fiancé, Cole.
Started out with my making the hour drive from Aiken to Columbia, meeting them and attending Mass at St. Joseph Church, the parish we attended when we lived in Columbia during the 1990’s and where they will be married next January. The celebrant was long-time friend and Aiken native, Rev. Msgr. Richard Harris and he was a little surprised to see me and we were able to have a brief chat after Mass. (Before becoming a priest and before I owned it, he had worked for a while at George FH in Aiken).
The Fireflies and the stadium, built on the grounds of the former state “lunatic hospital”, are both only in their second season and drawing big crowds, partly I suppose because Tim Tebow is the current left fielder. Hopefully, whoever suggested bringing Tim to Columbia got a raise because he is a one-man marketing company and their were countless #15 Jersey’s being worn in the stands and the two, nicely dressed ladies sitting behind us were there simply to see and meet him as they said so when they were taking our picture. (If you click on the link with Tim’s name, you can read an article that among many things, mentions that women who otherwise would never go to a baseball game are showing up in droves.)
I have always been a fan of minor league baseball. It’s fun & affordable and if you are so inclined, here is baseball story that ties in with Father’s Day nicely.
One thing worth mentioning is that during the “7th Inning Stretch”, instead of singing “Take Me Out To The Ball Game”, the entire crowd stood up and sang “God Bless America.” Welcome to the South.
The Fireflies also have their own fire engine that is used to “skeete water” at kids on Sundays when it is hot (like yesterday). It appears to be an appreciated amenity.
After the game we stopped for a beer or two and then walked across the street for a burger (and ice teas) before I made the trip home.
The day was perfect and a wonderfully relaxing day so I’m freed up to spend next weekend with my parents.
Thanks to Jelly & Cole for a great Father’s Day.