It's always nice when your buddy has a big smile on his face, even though this picture was taken before the victory. I suspect even then, Steve knew about the joy to come.
I, on the other hand, grew weary after about 11 or 12 innings and said my goodbyes as Steve lingered on.
But as I got down to the main floor of the arena, I wondered if maybe I could inveigle my way into one of those MUCH-CLOSER-TO-THE-ACTION seats. So I made my way to the lower floors. I asked an usher if I could take one of the many empty seats. He directed me to a row or two just below him. I went down and took a seat.
But then I began to notice all the empty seats far below where I sat. I thought "why can't I take one of those." I turned to look for "my" usher but he was distracted so I just stood and walked down many stairs until I was just 20 or so rows above the Diamondbacks dugout and there I took my seat. Unchallenged. Just another baseball fan. The view was exemplary.
I turned and craned my neck several times to try and pick Steve out, way-way-way up in the "nosebleed" seats but I couldn't spot him.
So I turned my attention back to the game.
Well, there was that "Diamondback Girl" right in front of me. Fancy that. I sat through a couple of more innings but finally gave up, left the ballpark and headed for home. On the way, I heard the victorious hit and run in the bottom of the 14th inning. Great game. Great team.
Next time? C'mon down, Steve. I'll show you how.
