Harold takes a road trip, Rich Paschall, Sunday Night Blog

Friday was “Fun Day,” or at least that is the way Harold saw it.  It was a day given over to sports.  Harold read all the sports he could in the morning paper.  Watched some on television.  He even made time for high school or college games in the area.  In the late spring and early summer, there was minor league baseball to be seen.  Every Friday could have an appropriate sports theme.

On one particularly nice Friday in the baseball season, Harold decided to drive all the way to St. Petersburg to catch a major league baseball game.  It’s not that the Tampa Bay Rays, who did not play in Tampa, were an exciting team, but the visiting team was making a rare appearance.  Actually, it was Harold’s favorite Midwest team.  The Chicago Cubs and the Rays were having an interleague game and Harold thought that was just about the only reason to drive over an hour to get to a baseball game.

The details of this road trip were laid out in Harold’s computer-like mind the night before.  He knew exactly what to take, when to leave and how long to stay at the park.  It would be a treat to see the park, as Harold had absolutely no reason to make the trip before this.  It would be years before the Cubs would come that way again, so they certainly had to be on Harold’s schedule as well as the Rays’.

St. Petersburg, Florida
St. Petersburg, Florida

Neither team was very good.  In fact the Cubs were in last place and the Rays were not in the running for anything.  The Chicago organization called it a “rebuilding” year, but most years were rebuilding years for the Cubs.

It had been that way since 1908.  Still, Harold had an unexplainable affection for the team so he decided to take the trip. When the appointed hour came, according to his expert calculations, he was off.

He arrived at the parking facility more or less on time and spied the ticket office right away.  There were not a lot of cars as the team needed a winning season to fill the lot, so Harold got a spot close to the ticket windows.  He put up the sunshield in the front window and then added another for the back.

It didn’t matter. The car would be hot when he returned, sunshield or not.  With plenty of time before game time, Harold took a leisurely stroll to purchase his tickets.  He only had to wait behind one person when he heard someone call out.

“Harold?  Harold, is that you?”  It was George, a former colleague from work and his wife Martha.  Whenever he heard their names together it reminded his of a movie or show, but he could not remember which one.

It was not important to him.  George, like many Cub fans, would travel almost anywhere to see the boys in blue play.  Older Cub fans with time on their hands frequently made vacation plans to include a Cubs’ road game.

“Hello, George, Martha,” Harold said, not at all certain he was glad to see them.  “What brings you down here this time of year?  People normally visit in the winter.”  At that, it was Harold’s turn at the ticket window.

Ballgame seating
Ballgame seating

“I need just one ticket,” Harold declared.  “I don’t want one of those 281 dollar tickets.  I think a 66 dollar ticket is quite enough.”  Actually Harold thought that was too much but he figured it would be a rare treat.  When he collected his ticket, Harold turned around and said to the couple, “Well, it was nice to see you again.”

But when George got to the window, he had other ideas.  He said to the person selling tickets, “Can you get us two tickets right next to that last guy?”

“Sure,” she replied and sold him the next two seats.  Harold would be on the aisle and the couple from the north would be right next to him.

“Hey Harold, wait up,” George shouted and the couple hurried along to catch up with the master planner.  The problem is, George and Martha were not in the plan.  They all went into the park together and Harold and George had to stand around for fifteen minutes while Martha went to the women’s washroom.

When they got to their seats, the National Anthem was being played.  George decided to sit next to Harold for half the game in order to tell him everything that happened since Harold had retired.  Martha took the second half to update George on local gossip, most of it having to do with people Harold could not remember — or possibly never knew.

Harold’s seat on the aisle did not prove to be so ideal, since vendors and fans frequently went by, obstructing his view.  Beer vendors were particularly annoying because when they stopped in front of Harold, they were usually there for too long.

The game moved along slowly. The Cubs fell behind early due to errors and poor relief pitching.  It did not look major league.  At precisely three hours after the start of the game,  the alarm on Harold’s watch went off. He announced to the now somewhat tipsy couple, it was time to go.

“Go?” George shouted in horror.  “It is only the bottom of the eighth.  The Cubs could have a rally.  See, I have my rally cap.”  At that George took off his cap, turned it inside out, and put it back on his head.

“But I have somewhere to go … and the game has run long.”

Martha protested, “You’re retired.  Where do you have to go?  Sit down and watch the Cubs come back.”  The couple put up such a fuss that Harold sat back down just to put an end to the scene.  Rays fans around them were shouting at them to sit down.  It was embarrassing to the usually quiet Midwesterner.

The Cubs went three up, three down in the ninth, as might be expected from such a team.  The threesome filed out with all the others.  When Harold got to his hot car, the traffic was building. The trip through the lot and onto the roadway was slow and painful to Harold.  The Cubs had played as expected, but the day had not gone as Harold had planned it. Harold, master planner of retirement time, had been defeated again.

Author: Rich Paschall

When the Windows Live Spaces were closed and our sites were sent to Word Press, I thought I might actually write a regular column. A couple years ago I finally decided to try out a weekly entry for a year and published something every Sunday as well as a few other dates. I reached that goal and continued on. I hope you find them interesting. They are my Sunday Night Blog. Thanks to the support of Marilyn Armstrong you may find me from time to time on her blog space, SERENDIPITY. Rich Paschall Education: DePaul University, Northeastern Illinois University Employment: Air freight professional


      1. Well, after the Sox won the series in 2004, then again in 07 and 2013, we thought they had emerged from the depths. But this year … it’s like they were TRYING to be the worst team in baseball. Turns out though they are only the worst team around here. The Diamondbacks actually have a worse record. Hard to imagine, but true. I don’t think the Cubs are nearly as bad … at least not this year.

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        1. Nice, Rich. If the George and Martha you had in mind turned up, that would’ve made Harold’s day. Then, again, maybe not. Here in Red Sox Nation, I’m sad the season is coming to an end. Despite a horrid year, I LOVE baseball. It’s Derek Jeter’s final game. Fittingly, versus the Red Sox at Fenway. As Ernie Banks once said, “Let’s play two!”.

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            1. Rich, do you recall Ernie and Gene Baker? Banks & Baker, the gold dust twins? I just explained to Marilyn who Ernie is. One of my favorite memories from the 50’s was Cubbies versus Dodgers at Ebbets Field. B&B turned several crisp double plays. Ernie hit two homers. And MY hero, Duke Snider, hit the game winning home run over the right field wall onto Bedford Avenue. My broadcasting hero — Vin Scully — made it a memory to be savored. So, let’s play two and the playoffs be damned. Harold can keep score. (BTW: Anthony Rizzo, courtesy of the Red Sox, looks like the real deal for your rebuilding Cubbies).


              1. I don’t recall Barker although I do recall Banks at shortstop. The longtime Cub infield of Ron Santo, Don Kessinger, Glen Beckert and Ernie Banks were my favorites and I guess they still are. I saw Snider play, but it was with LA and, I hate to say it, the Mets. We went to a lot of games at Wrigley as kids, we lived near the ballpark.
                Rizzo looks good but some of our hot prospects have fizzled out, as usual..

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  1. Come on Richard and Mrs. A!!! This ain’t about baseball!! This is about Harold!! I’d drive an hour to see another fascinating slice of Harold’s life. And really need to know how the rest of his day progressed. 😀

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      1. LOL…. I don’t even know what a rally cap is. But I did have good seats, courtesy of a patient, about 29 years ago when the Royals were in the World Series. I wore a mink coat, jeans, and drank Sangria at the Plaza prior to the game. Gotta remember the important schtuff. 😉

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      1. Harold would not be afraid of that ride. Too left-brained to do anything other than turn on his GPS Tom-Tom brain. 😀


  2. A rare appearance indeed… the Cubs and Rays have met only three times in the regular season, Two series in Wrigley (2003 and 2014), and for just one measly 3 game series in Tamp… er, St. Petersburg. That was in June of 2008, and the Cubs lost all 3 games. The Cubs won’t play there again until 2017 per the new interleague format… but what’s a measly 9 year wait to a Cubs fan?

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      1. When (not IF) the Cubbies win, the Derek Jeter canonization will pale in contrast. Red Sox Nation will rise as one to applaud the end of Wrigley Field’s long national nightmare. Rich, you’ve really got me going now. I bet Harold will sit stunned on the day the Cubs win it all.


    1. Nice that you have the stats in your head. Garry does that too. Garry has a head full of two big things: movies and baseball. Old news stories, too … but first and foremost: movies and baseball and not necessarily in that order.

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      1. Well, I knew the two teams had rarely met up, but I did have to cheat and check out Retrosheet for confirmation. That site and Baseball Reference are must-bookmarks for anyone who loves baseball stats and especially old boxscores from every game played in the last century!


      2. When I was in my prime, when the grass was green and baseball was comprised of 16 teams, 154 regular season games and no stoopid playoffs or wild cards, I could recite the batting orders of ALL the teams. Where’s my sniffin’ glue?


        1. I think we should go back to 154 and end the season a week sooner. Playing the World Series with threat of snowfall is insane. I was at a World Series game on the south side in 2005 and the weather was damp and COLD.
          My brother knew stats well and could tell you the lineups of National League teams in the early and mid 60s.


  3. Those are the false hopes that continually fuel dreams of the passionate beisbol fan. Through the decades of rooting for the Brooklyn Dodgers (Before ’55), Casey’s Amazin’ Mets (Even the Cubbies creamed them), and Master Tom Yawkey’s plantation era Red Sox, hope sprang eternal. I don’t know how many TV news pieces I did on this theme. I used my old, old baseball cards and vintage polaroids with myself and the Duke, Willie, the Mick, PeeWee, Ernie, Casey, Solly Hemus (remember him, Rich?) and others. I think I cried as I wrote and delivered the on camera stuff. Ted Williams once told me he liked my stuff but that I should pull back on the corn. Teddy Ballgame was a good guy to me once he discovered I had met John Wayne. Then, there was Leo the Lip. See what you’ve started, Rich? Blame it on Harold!


    1. I recall the amazing Mets and the summer of ’69. The Cubbies had an insurmountable lead for the pennant on Labor Day but allowed the streaking Mets to pass them up and win the pennant. Perhaps the greatest collapse in Cubs history with a team managed by Durocher. Leo was a popular guy here until the Mets won the pennant. I recall Casey, but it was Gil Hodges who took the Mets to the WS.
      I don’t recall Solly Hemus but I see he is still around.


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