So another Memorial Day weekend has passed and with it so has another birthday. I turned 23 on May 27. Put simply, it was the best birthday of my life. I'd say the only other one that comes close was when in sixth grade I had some friends sleep over and my parents took us to play laser tag. That was pretty sweet, but now that I'm entering into what people refer to as the "adult world," birthdays are measured on a much different scale.
I got to go to my family's cabin up in Huntingdon, Pa., by Raystown Lake. There's nothing quite like enjoying a holiday weekend up there in the Pennsylvania mountains. (I don't care what anyone from Colorado says, they'll always be mountains to me.) Anyways, my girlfriend's parents came up and finally got to meet my parents. It only took 19 months of dating. Anyhow, I told my girlfriend that as soon as her parents got up there I was going to disregard my cell phone. Either turn it off or just leave it in the bedroom.
I didn't turn it off, but I didn't check ESPN or even messages/e-mails for that matter. I believe that's the proper way to enjoy a weekend away from the daily grind of the work week. We were up at the lake from Saturday afternoon until early Sunday evening, and returned home to relax by my girlfriend's parents' pool Sunday night, toasting to America and the holiday weekend. I'm going somewhere with this...
We awoke Monday morning and went into town to see my girlfriend's grandmother and watch the United States' oldest running Memorial Day parade. While chit-chatting with her, we learned that Roy Halladay had thrown a perfect game Saturday night against the Florida Marlins.
?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
"How did we miss that?" I asked my girlfriend, an avid Phillies fan. We both get text alerts on our phones, but they don't mention a perfect game, they just tell you the score.
Up at the lake, we don't watch television or check the internet. We relaxed on the boat, had some beers out at the fire after a delicious meal of ribs on the grill, and simply missed baseball's 20th perfect game of all time. I'd have to say it was worth it, and believe me, I'd be saying the same thing had it been Sabathia rather than Halladay.
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Sorry man, I must say I would've skipped out on the lake and mountains if it meant I got to see Halladay's perfect game. The mountains will always be there, but I can guarantee I will never see another baseball game like that for as long as I live. But you're right, the last thing I'm going to do is start canceling awesome getaway plans. "Sorry baby, we're gonna have to push back the honeymoon. Halladay's on the hill tonight!" A swift knee to the groin would quickly return things to their proper perspective. :-)
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