Baseball. I’ve never been a huge fan of the sport, but I find it highly amusing that out of the twenty years that I’ve lived in the US, half of those years were spent in Spring Training land. Three years in Florida. Seven years in Arizona.
When we lived in Florida, our apartment complex would be home to various teams during Spring Training. I specifically remember that the first year we lived there, Stonegate was home to the Toronto Blue Jays. Not knowing any better, I assumed all of the players were Canadian and I was in HEAVEN. My People! Several years later, I learned that this was not necessarily accurate and most players were Latin American.
Anyway, when the Expos relocated in 2004, I no longer had favorite team. I couldn’t bring myself to love the Braves (I was living in Atlanta at the time) and what could be better than LOVING USC that year?
In 2006 I found myself out west…once again in Spring Training land. I worked with a die-hard Dodgers fan, and every year, I would try to get on the bandwagon of either the Dodgers or DBacks. I never got excited about either team. Sure, I’d be happy when the Dodgers won. It meant my coworker would be in a chatty and good mood. My heart still remained with my Expos.
The Expos. The Expos that relocated to Washington DC. That became the Washington Nationals. In 2013, where did I find myself? Living right outside of DC. A mere 15 minutes from Nationals Stadium.
I think I am ready to claim my team. After all, there is no love like your first love.
Speaking of first loves, here I am with the love of my life at my first Nats game back in September!