Over the past weekend, Lenny and I went up to see the Cleveland
Indians play the Texas Rangers. The best night would have been on
Friday. when it went into the 11th inning! The Tribe won with a great
score of: 11- 8. The night we went was Brantley jersey night on Sat.
July 27th. Lenny was ‘psyched’ as we were driving up to Cleveland,
that we might make it to the gate before the last of the 10,000 jerseys
were passed out. We missed that “deadline” by just a half hour!
The $25.00 seats were nice, had backs, not bleachers like my brothers,
sister in law and I have had in the past. Some may call where they
were located the “nosebleed section.” But I felt that sitting opposite
the large screen score board was a great asset to the seats. Also, we
had courteous neighbors surrounding us. The last reason I liked
thoseseats was that it was under the roofing so, if the dark clouds
burst into rain, we might not have to pull out those rain parkas!
Little did I know, that Lenny is a die hard “stand up” guy. Oh, it would
be nice if “stand up,” in this case meant someone who stood up for
you, or a person who would take your side. These qualities may be
Lenny’s but he literally wanted to stand up in the standing room
He told me as we were walking away from those nice seats, going
down the stairs that sometimes that section we were heading to,
after going down two ramps that represent floors, “lucks out” in
that balls get hit into that section. Lenny was very excited when
he mentioned this and how it is a very social setting, where many
people are die hard Tribe fans.
This hitting the ball into that standing section, known as the Home
Run Porch, did happen the next day, on Sunday, during the third
Indians versus the Texas Rangers team. We were driving home from
staying up at my brother and sister in law’s house when we heard
there was a ball that hit exactly in the place we had spent seven
innings standing on Saturday.
If we had gone on Sunday, Lenny felt confident with his tall stature,
he would have caught the ball. We had eaten lunch with my Mom
and brother, Randy, at Fatheads, a micro brewery and nice eatery.
My brother has done a lot of their artwork on the brick interior walls
and on the dock garage doors, too.
We had a nice meal, by the way, and the Tribes won that game 6-0.
This Saturday, we sat for all of one inning and we ended up in that
section that you wait to press forward and see through a fence
how the game is going. NO large screen scoreboard to be able to
scan and see if there is something you are missing and since I am
only 5’2″, not the best place for me to see the game. Lenny is 6′ 5″
tall and was able to see everything. He enjoys the “atmosphere”
he told me and likes to chat with the other fans. He sometimes
will find out any tidbits that might make the game even more
Meanwhile, I did enjoy meeting a nice young man who was blonde
haired, blue eyed and was gazing into the bleacher section/area
from time to time. His eyes scanned that direction for the next
couple of hours.
I asked where he lived or was from. He grew up on the West side
of Cleveland and told me his recent two year love story with his
current “beautiful and intelligent girlfriend.”
Brian is twenty four years old, has taken classes at both Cleveland
State and also, Kent State. He is studying sports medicine and has,
I believe, the energy, enthusiasm and ‘smarts’ to succeed in his
pursuit of this dream.
Brian began his love story, telling me that he was with his brother
and sister in law, right where we were standing in this area, two
years ago this summer.
He had chosen to lean down, talk to his 2 year old niece, Darcy,
who was, in his opinion, and retelling the situation: “tired but
always adorable.” He emphasized this again, later in his story,
that “Darcy was the reason I caught Nicole’s eye.”
He picked Darcy up after leaning down to talk to her, as she
was wiping her eyes and yawning. He asked, “Do you want to
get up on my shoulders, Darcy?”
She just nodded and reached her hands up towards his Indians’
hat. He swung her up easily and she was soon leaning her chin
on the top of his ball cap.
While he was not aware, a young woman had started weaving
in around people to get to the gate/fence where Brian was
standing. She was from Youngstown, up visiting and sitting
with her sorority sisters. She came forward and brashly
asked Brian, “Is that your little girl?”
Brian replied, “No, this is Darcy, my niece. She is two years
old and getting tired. My brother and sister in law are right
The young woman asked him, “What is your name?”
He apologized, he told me.
“I did not remember my manners that day, didn’t say, ‘Oh hi!
My name is Brian, what is your name?'”
I was mesmerized by her deep blue – violet eyes. She is so
gorgeous. Do you want to see a photograph?”
We got sidetracked from the course of the story, but it was a
long game and we had plenty of time. The score the first inning
was 1- 0. (That is what it stayed until the last of the eighth
inning and we won the game.)
I looked at several pictures on Brian’s phone of Nicole who he
told me that she is nicknamed “Nikki.” (I asked at this point,
if I could tell their love story on my blog. He was very pleasantly
surprised and said, “Sure!”)
Brian told me a few details such as, “She is 22 now but when we
met she was only 20 and I was 22. Her parents did not like it that
Nikki was only a sophomore and not of ‘legal age.’ I was older
than she was and that worried them. She was up visiting her
roommate from her sorority house from Ohio Wesleyan.”
That took me a few minutes of exclaiming and saying, “This
was meant to be!” and “What a small world!”
Because if you have followed any of my posts, you know I
live right next door to OWU. In the past, as a single mother,
I also have rented a house by the campus.
I asked if Nicole was a Delta Zeta? I had drawn a pen and ink drawing
for that brick sorority house on Winter Street and loved the
interior with its hard wood floors. It had a long porch that ran
across 50% of the building with nice scrolling details on the edges
of the porch room that made it look ‘lacy’ and pretty. (Like a
‘gingerbread house’ detail.)
Turns out she is a Delta Zeta, so this was another coincidence to
remark about. Brian was very friendly and warm, he liked telling
me about his girlfriend, Nikki. He also told me that she was sitting
in the bleachers with her roommate again tonight. That evening
they met, by her boldly approaching him, had brought a lot of
long distance commutes from his family’s home on the West
side in Avon Lake, to Delaware, Ohio. Then, once they got more
‘serious,’ Brian had applied for a scholarship and try outs for OWU’s
baseball team. He had some bad news worked into this situation
due to his tearing a ligament in his pitching arm. He had been on
Kent State University’s baseball team.
The dream of being a sports medicine physician is still his goal,
he told me, “I will hope to be able to continue to be on hard ball
teams as an adult, along with coaching little league soft ball or t-
Nicole, throughout our whole conversation, never made it up
from the bleachers since she was having such a good time, he
figured, catching up with her roommate and other friends.
But, at the last inning, Brian shook Lenny’s hand and let me give
him a hug. He told us both,
“I hope someday you will be up here and I have the scoreboard
lit up and paid the $500 to announce our engagement. You know,
this would be the perfect setting since we met at an Indians’ game
two summers ago. I could invite my parents and hers, too. I have
that hope this will happen in about 2 more years, when I am 26
and Nikki is 24.”
We would love to see that, hear about it or have my Mom still be
alive and sending me articles from the Cleveland Plain Dealer about
the Cleveland Indians. We are going to cross our fingers, Brian’s two
awesome dreams come true! Both his career and his future marriage.
As Brian hurried off to find Nikki, I hoped they would stay to see the
fireworks show that was also going to be shot off with Motown
music. I was sure at least one of those great songs would give them
a memorable moment to add to their Indians’ baseball love story
Later, as I watched the fireworks and they played a double header
of two of the greatest Temptations’ songs, “My Girl” and “The Way
You Do the Things You Do, ” both seemed quite possible songs to
dance their “first dance” on the ballroom floor of Brian and Nicole’s
wedding reception. I can dream, too, can’t I?