The Sandlot Moment, Fireworks, and Gas In The Tank

5 Jul

Sometimes it’s about the fireworks, about checking them out, about being able to see great ones, about being wowed, about barbecues and pie.

Most of the time it’s about getting together.

We forget about George Washington and those other cats and all the drama they went through, unless we’ve been watching TURN on AMC. Then you think about the significance of the 4th weekly. But for the most part you catch glimpses of it in between the hot dogs, carne asada, and the Yankee Doodle Dandy song while the fireworks explode into the night.

That’s what I caught — a couple of good Sandlot moments throughout the day. Sandlot. I love that movie.

We caught a baseball game last night and managed to eat overpriced hot dogs and popcorn with our lemonades and enjoy our home team beat The Orioles 7-5.  And we’d been to baseball games before but it was the first night both kids had seen fireworks on the baseball field. We’d seen fireworks before but nothing with Ray Charles singing O’ Beautiful in the background.

And while I was sitting there next to my kids I felt grateful. A sense of gratitude just covered me up like a blanket, being there at peace. Even with all the everyday drama and weekly failures that life brings me, breaking me down at times, wallowing in pints of Ben & Jerry’s or raging in frustration at my punching bag, right there and then, I was grateful for that moment. Grateful that I was able to have the freedom to hang out with my kids, at a ballpark, watch a baseball game, and enjoy fireworks. Simple stuff, I guess. I felt like I was having a small-town moment.  It was a Sandlot moment, actually.

And I tried to breathe it in. If I had a mason jar I would have tried to capture it and hold onto to it for a while, you know for the days where you can’t find anything to be grateful for. I would have held onto that one for sure.

 

 

And I was sitting there in parking lot traffic after the game, just trying to get out onto the freeway, the craziness of the scene didn’t bother me. Most drivers were honking, frustrated, and angry – building up road rage. 38 minutes will do that to you.  I was just sitting there listening to John Cougar Mellencamp, The Go-Go’s and the rest of the 80s lineup, thinking about my Sandlot moment. I had no worries … the kids were asleep, no one had to go to the bathroom, and I had gas in the tank.

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7 Responses to “The Sandlot Moment, Fireworks, and Gas In The Tank”

  1. bgddyjim July 6, 2016 at 1:54 AM #

    Awesome post. I can so relate!

    • The Guat July 15, 2016 at 3:36 PM #

      Isn’t that an awesom good time noodle salad moment? Ha! So cool when that happens to us. Glad it struck a chord 🙂 hope you’re doing well.

      • bgddyjim July 15, 2016 at 5:25 PM #

        Everything is awesome, thanks.

  2. cravesadventure July 7, 2016 at 6:28 AM #

    Win, Win with Baseball and Fireworks!!! It is about America and its history. It is about gathering together and celebrating and having a good time. Happy Day – Enjoy 🙂

    • The Guat July 15, 2016 at 3:38 PM #

      It totally was a win-win. Totally simple non-fancy but so worth it. Now if my kids were crying in the car or wanting to use the bathroom just as we got on the freeway … Well … Maybe things wouldn’t have ended so well. 🙂

  3. Cayman Thorn July 8, 2016 at 1:42 PM #

    A mason jar, I love that idea. It would be cool to be able to open it up and take a deep breath of thanks for all that we have, and we do have much to be thankful for indeed.

    80’s music and gas in the tank. You could ask for more, but that would be greedy. 🙂

    Great post, Cali.

    • The Guat July 15, 2016 at 3:41 PM #

      Cayman! So glad you stopped by to hang. Ahhhhhh mason jars … Catching that stuff is so tricky but a mason jar would do it. Now if my kids would have had a meltdown and I were running on fumes this would have been an entirely different post 🙂

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