Spring is in the air, as I was reminded the other night when I caught my husband, a die hard Yankee fan, doing his fantasy baseball draft during dinner. For the next 6 months I will lose my husband to the sport we call America’s Pastime.
It’s no secret that my husband is a baseball junkie. He has been collecting baseball memorabilia from the time he was 12 years old. During his summers growing up in New York City, he would take the train to Yankee Stadium and wait outside the stadium at 1 pm for a 7 pm game, because that is what time the players would arrive. He would be there, without fail, with a bag of baseballs to have signed by the players making their way from their cars to the stadium.
While we lived in New Jersey, my husband lined the walls of our home gym with everything baseball, but since moving back to Pasadena, where space is a premium, we had nowhere to put his treasures…until I came up with the brilliant idea of incorporating the baseball collection into my oldest son, Big D’s room. He had no choice but to settle with a bedroom filled with baseball memorabilia. Either baseball or keep the “peptol bismol” pink walls that were there when we moved in. Lucky for Big D we weren’t talking just any baseball, we were talking NY YANKEE baseball (ok, and maybe one Boston Red Sox bat signed by Ted Williams. I know – such a travesty, coming from a die hard Yankee fan like Ray.)
Not only did Big D get a room full of baseball memorabilia, but he also cashed in with a nice leather sofa bed, since we no longer had room to put that anywhere else in the house either. With the sofa, we created a lounge area, complete with a nice, warm Persian rug and a TV to play video games with his friends. Surprising, the TV NEVER gets turned on, perhaps because we don’t have cable or satellite tv. I can’t even remember the last time it was turned on – October, if I’m not mistaken. It’s all about reverse psychology – you make it readily available and then they don’t even think twice about it. Brilliant parenting on my part, right?