I managed to score three NLCS Game 6 standing room only tickets, which because it was scheduled to be the Sunday day game, I knew I could attend. I was scheduled to perform a wedding in Livermore at 6 PM, but I knew I could make at least most of the game. But, alas, the Yankees-Tigers series ended early, and so I get the e-mail from the Giants that the game has been pushed back to 4:30. I was crushed. Apparently, the playoffs are not a valid excuse for clergy to skip out on a wedding that had been planned over a year ahead of time. The nerve! The chutzpah!
I thought about selling, but my sons really wanted to go, and despite my wife's hesitancy in trying to stand for 5 hours with a 10 and a 12 year old, they all went and, obviously, had a thrilling time while I did what was probably the shortest ceremony I had ever done so I could get to a bar called Saucey in Livermore to watch it. No one seemed to mind the brevity, though. Go figure.
But I was rewarded. Two members of my congregation heard the sob story, which I posted on Facebook. One of them took me to Game 7 last night, where I sat about 20 rows behind home plate.
And then tomorrow, another member with similar seats is taking me, and this purveyor of fine men's clothing "guarantees" that I will have a good time.
Thank you universe. There is a God. Oh wait, I already believed that. But I do indeed feel rewarded after appearing so disappointed early on. Let's hope the Giants keep the good karma rolling...