My sister sent me a text today. It said something like: Do you want to go to the Padres game tonight? I have two tickets. Come on over. ( I paraphrased.)
I can tell you that I don't know if there's been another time that I wanted to be in San Diego as much as I would like to be there tonight.
My sister showed me the tickets when we saw each other last month. The tickets were for a Saturday night game against the LA Angels, field level box seats. I might have peed a little when I saw them. I was jealous. She had received them from someone at work. Unfortunately, her sweetheart had to work tonight and was unable to go to the game with her and he just found out last night that he was going to have to work, so she couldn't give me any more notice.
Since I was driving when her text came, I couldn't read it, so I called her. I was near the airport exit when we spoke. It was very very tempting to turn off and head to the airport and see what could be done. How cool would that have been? Sadly, though, I am not rolling in cash and it would have been completely impractical and totally irresponsible. I thought about it all afternoon.
But here I am, at home in SLC, sitting at my computer thinking "What if?" {{{SIGH}}}
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