We'll get together then, Dad
I suppose lots of fathers have their own cat's-in-the-cradle-and-the-silver-spoon moment.* Mine came on Oct. 31, 2007, in Nagoya, Japan. That, of course, was Halloween. And, of course, because I was trying to show more intensity in Nagoya, Japan, I was not back home in Kansas City, Mo., when my young daughters were going door to door and getting matchbox size Krackel bars and those little Alka-Seltzer two-packs of SweeTarts.
Anyway, missing Halloween hit me really hard. The job demands that I'm on the road and away from my family, and it's a deal that we all handle as best we can. But there are lines that should not be crossed. Halloween, in my mind, should not be crossed. Not now. I grew up on Halloween. I have spent too much time in my life thinking (and writing) about Halloween. I made myself a promise -- one of those Dad-to-self promises -- that I absolutely would never miss Halloween with my kids again, certainly not until they are past what the Peanuts gang called "tricks and treats" age.
Now, here it is, just one year later, and I'm stuck in Philadelphia, and it's gloomy, and it's cloudy and it's raining, and now this World Series is going to be delayed for another day. As you may have heard, they will not complete suspended Game 5 until baseball commissioner
With Bud already sensitive, thanks to his well-intentioned but inevitably hapless decision to play ball despite the obvious approach of nasty weather*, I'm not sure when they will play baseball again. But it's not going to be today. That means Game 5 won't be completed till Wednesday, which would (if Tampa wins) push Game 6 back to Thursday which would (if Tampa wins again) push Game 7 back to Friday. And Friday is Halloween.
**I do realize that my friend
So back to the point at hand. There is a chance -- somewhat remote at this point, but getting moter all the time -- that there will be a World Series Game 7 on Halloween night. And my Dad promise will be tested. The hope is that it won't come to that. But there's a chance that I will have to choose between Game 7 of the World Series and Halloween night at home.
If that conflict happens, well, I think you know what I'm going to do.