So, I got tickets to see the Yankees game the other day. I was stoked! I mean, who doesn’t love a good baseball game, right? I got all ready, put on my Yankees cap, and headed to the stadium. The weather was a bit iffy, with some dark clouds looming, but I thought, “Hey, it’s probably nothing.”
I got to my seat, and the atmosphere was electric. People were cheering, vendors were yelling out their snacks, and the players were warming up on the field. I grabbed a hot dog and a drink, settled in, and waited for the game to start.
Then, a few drops of rain started to fall. No big deal, I thought. But those few drops quickly turned into a steady drizzle. People started pulling out their ponchos and umbrellas. I, unfortunately, had neither. Soon, the drizzle turned into a downpour, and the umpires called for a rain delay.
We all scrambled for cover under the overhangs of the stadium. I ended up huddled with a bunch of other fans, all of us soaking wet and shivering a bit. We made small talk, sharing our predictions for the game once it resumed and complaining about the weather. It was kind of fun, in a weird, bonding-over-shared-misery kind of way.
- I stood there for what felt like forever.
- Checked my phone constantly for weather updates.
- Hoped the rain would stop soon.
Finally, An Announcement!
After about an hour, they finally made an announcement that the game was postponed to another date. Bummer, right? But hey, what can you do? Mother Nature has her own plans. I grabbed another hot dog for the road (because, why not?), and made my way back home, drenched but still in good spirits. It wasn’t the day I planned, but it was definitely a memorable one. I guess that’s just part of the baseball experience, right? You never really know what to expect. I’ll be back, though, Yankees. Rain or shine, I’ll be back!
