Did anyone go today. We were talking about how miserable the weather would be, but a great ending to partially offset. We went when it was this hot once and could not wait to get into the car. My parents car's AC broke 30 minutes into the 2.5 hour drive home. Miserable, but still a story that survives in our family.
It was a Sunday game August 1967. Once a year Dad took the whole family to a game. Sunday afternoon only.
It.Was.Broiling.Hot.
Mom, like most of the other women wore their Sunday best to the game. That included nylons and a girdle along with the typically 60's beehive hairdo that was more wig and hairpieces than her own hair. She was melting. My youngest brother was about 2 months old. Mom and my older sister left our seats to go stand in the concourse shade to try and keep him "cool". He was fussing the whole time. What made it really really bad is Dad always bought tickets down the third base line. That meant we were looking into the sun all afternoon.
I loved it. I had my Cardinals cap, my glove and was busy keeping score. My two other brothers kept leaving and going to stand with Mom in the shade. Being a family of 7, we rarely bought snacks. A Coke was slip between us kids. Dad had a beer. He sent one of the other boys off to fetch Mom back in order to share his beer. She declined. He was mad. She was even more so. He got up to go speak to her. It didn't help the situation. At all.
First and foremost she thought it very stupid to go to a day game in the middle of summer. To sit facing into the sun. To bring an infant to the game. This was long before parents put muffs on their children to keep from injuring their ears. She also hated the long walk back to the car. We parked on a side street about a mile from the stadium in order not to pay for parking. All of this would have been fine for a couple of guys going to a game but not for a family with small children and women in heels.
On the long ride back to Peoria they were both fuming. Dad finally said, (trying to make a point that only he could grasp) "Fine! If you are going to be that way, I just won't bring you to another game!" Mom's reply was equally sharp, "THAT IS FINE WITH ME!!! I never want to go to another game with you either!" No one made a sound the rest of the way home. Even the baby was fairly quiet. He was worn out by the heat and his crying earlier.
A couple of year's before Dad passed away I called Mom and told her that I knew she didn't want to go to another game with Dad. (For roughly forty years she hadn't.) I wanted to know if she would come to a game with me. I told her it's a night game. It was in Milwaukee's new stadium. They have a dome and would close it if it's too hot, cold or raining. I also said we were behind home plate in the 4th or 5th row. I had gotten comp tickets from a company for the game. Dad had a cane so we parked in the handicap lot just a short distance from the gate.
She had a blast. She said if she had known that games could be like that situation she would have gone to another game sooner.
You just don't forget those family blow ups.