Fatherhood and the No-Hitter

A week ago Monday Red Sox pitcher Jon Lester threw a no-hitter against the Royals. We were at the game! (Until the 4th inning!) See, Mr. Finn had been having trouble sleeping in strange rooms and strange cribs, so we made the decision to leave to get ourselves back at around his normal bedtime. We left after the 4th inning. I was aware that there was a no-hitter going, but it didn't make much of an impression on me because it was early in the game.

However, when we got back to the hotel the laptop told me that Lester was one out away from completing the no-hitter! As Katie readied Finn for bed I stared in disbelief as the last out was recorded. Stared. In disbelief. Katie fed Finn and put him down while I quietly lay on the bed, shell shocked. I really like baseball. Katie went about her schoolwork and assumed I'd fallen asleep. I'll spare you the details of our conversation, but then, and now, I'm still coming to grips about how I feel about missing the game. Probably now I'll never see a no-hitter in person--I had my chance and now its gone.

I'm a big fan of having my cake and eating it too. I'm really quite good at it. I rarely have to compromise since I can usually figure out ways do everything I want to do. But now this is coming up against the hard wall (and giggly tummy) of Finn, and life has changed. Is it for the better? On the whole, absolutely. But just not in every instance. You owe me Finn! I better get some big giggles on Father's Day! (He does look so very cute in his Red Sox hat....)