This "last call" used to vex me back in my days of active alcoholism. But like any good alcoholic, I knew where there is a will, there is a way; and I took it as a challenge to defeat this policy. I would stock-pile as many beers as I could under my seat, keeping me well-supplied during the draft drought of the last three innings. I wouldn't see much of the game, as the bulk of my time was spent eye-balling the beer vendors running up and down the stands. The game would end, and I'd typically have a surplus of ale that I'd gaggingly try to slug down before exiting the stadium - going home quite inebriated.
It is amazing how things have changed in my sobriety. When I go to ball games now, I actually enjoy watching the game and cheering on my team.
Last night, I went with my family to see the Nationals play {defeat!} the Phillies.
The weather was beautiful and the game was brilliantly played by the home team. At some point mid-game, my brother left his seat to purchase food, and he came back with a gift for me - a hand puppet of Teddy Roosevelt!
This was the most entertaining gift ever! Suddenly, I was 46 going on 7! Teddy and I cheered on the Nats with wild abandon...
...we even made friends with a very gracious sports news celebrity!
Johnny Holliday / MASN |
It was an amazingly fun night which never would have been possible if booze were in the picture for me. In fact, it never would have been possible a year ago when my every move was dictated by my anxiety's constant monitoring of the social mirror.
Once again, I am grateful for sobriety and I am grateful to be on the road to mental health!
Look out world - here come me and my Teddy!
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