Missed the Bus

Early last month the Arizona Diamondbacks offered a road trip to Tucson to see the Diamondbacks host the Chicago White Sox at Tucson Electric Park. This is an annual trip that the team plans to allow fans in the Phoenix area to see a Spring Training game and enjoy the company of other Diamondbacks fans. It is one of those things that if you are a D-Backs fan you just have to go and since I consider myself a fan I figured it was my duty to go. I expressed my desires to Trina and we finally agreed that it might be fun. For the record I always thought it sounded like fun while Trina struggled with the idea of being trapped in an entire bus filled with people just like me. I assured her that there are not any fans just like me. What I didn’t appreciate was the zeal that she exhibited when she concurred that I was one-of-a-kind. I have a feeling that I just got slammed but it might take me a few days to figure out exactly what she was implying with her comments.


So Trina and I had an agreement; we would be going on the bus trip on March 1. I promised to not go to any Spring Training games before that day making this my own personal Spring Training Opening Day. That in itself was a painful consent as it meant that I would be missing 3 days of baseball. I’m not positive but I think that stipulation is against the Geneva convention for prisoners of war and is duly listed under cruel and unusual punishment right below forcing a prisoner to have Arizona Cardinals football tickets. But I was willing to overlook this grievous treatment if it meant I was going to be on the bus to Tucson.

When this morning dawned I was up and showered early. I had on my Arizona Diamondbacks Sedona Red jersey and hat and had my camera. I was totally ready for this great adventure. Trina too was up and sporting a cute little Diamondbacks shirt. She refused to wear a hat but for the most part looked as though she was a fan. After an early breakfast we headed for the door.

“What time does the bus leave?” Trina asked.

“I have no idea, I don’t have any information. I thought you had it.” I replied.

“No, I figured they would give you that when you ordered the tickets.” She said.

“When I ordered the tickets? I thought you ordered the tickets.” I responded.

“Why would I order tickets, this is your ‘thing’ not mine” Trina retorted.

At this moment we stopped dead in the doorway and stared at each other. In what has to be one of the largest breakdowns in communications in our 27 year marriage we realized that neither one of us ordered tickets today. We were both so wrapped up in the daily events of our lives that we somehow just assumed the other would get the tickets. This was like the worst thing I can ever imagine happening. The pit in my stomach felt as large as the outfield at Chase Field. I rushed to the phone to see if there were any last minute cancellations which there were not. So what had begun as one of the best days in my life had quickly turned into some warped and wicked form of torture. While happy Diamondbacks fans boarded a bus to go to Tucson for all-you-can-eat hot dogs and a baseball game I was left standing on my front porch. I just wanted to go back upstairs and crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head and wait for the day to finally be over.


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