The tears started during the 7th inning stretch, and by the 9th, I was praying for extra innings. It wasn’t the one game, it was the culmination of roughly 14 years of ball crashing to the field all at once, like a barreling collision at homeplate. I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much joy and happiness, and sadness at the same time.
Spring Training hits different. It’s a promise of a new season, and an escape from reality, for even just a few days.
How do you decide when it’s the right time to embrace some kind of normalcy, while at the same time, respecting an ever-burgeoning health crisis? It’s been nearly 6 months since I’d seen a movie in the theater, which for me, is probably the longest stretch since I was 3 years old.
What do you do when your planned Metallica tour just ‘happens’ to line up with the World Series? You do both!
I was excited for my 2nd and 3rd shows of my Metallica “Black Ticket” tour — If Jason Vorhees didn’t kill me first!
My Metallica “Black Ticket” tour may start now, but the real beginning started with mullets, mustaches, and a bitchin’ Camaro. (None of which were mine.)