Shall I address the elephant in the room? Not that any of you out there actually got super invested in my posts, but it’s been a minute, huh? Well, I have an excuse. I moved for a promotion in 2019 and left the comfort of our home in Montana for the state of Washington. Promotion meant more responsibilities and more hours each day spent working, plus I’ve been super busy exploring my new home. Plus covid-19. But it’s time. It’s time to return. Ironically enough, where I left off was a trip to the state that is now my new home. I have a lot to catch up on!
Now let’s talk about regrets. Maybe it’s because I’m young(-ish. At what age do you stop being a naïve fool? Asking for a friend), but I genuinely don’t believe people when they say they have no regrets. I get the sentiment that your previous choices lead you to where you are now and by saying you have regrets you’re essentially admitting that you wish you were somewhere else. However, I believe there are inconsequential decisions in everyone’s life that don’t have some crazy butterfly effect on your life path, and there’s no doubt you wish you’d made some of those decisions differently. Like that time when teenage angst was at an all time high and you were super rude to your parents. Or a time when you let a friend drift away. Or when you took that extra shot at the bar when you certainly didn’t need an extra shot at the bar. Or even that guy you dated for a minute because, well, why again? None of these theoretical poor choices (that I definitely have never made…) would have changed where I am today and I fully believe that. Still, though, I wish I would have changed my actions in those examples because in the moment I was an idiot. Theoretically. But all the regrettable decisions in my life pale in comparison to one- the fact that I didn’t sit in a club level seat until the 44th game Joel and I saw together.
I’m pleading ignorance on this. When I would go to buy tickets for a game, I would always try to be as close to the field or court as possible while still staying within my budget. I never understood why second or third level tickets would be more expensive than tickets right near the playing surface. And perhaps Seattle has a bit better club level than others, but to say it changed my whole outlook on buying tickets is not a hyperbole. Granted, I still love sitting down a baseline close to the field and without a doubt will continue to do so, but when I’m going for a three-game series, you can bet at least one of the games I’ll be sitting club level.
Game 2 in Seattle was a game of realization and contradictions after another day of tourist-y exploring. As was par for the course on this trip, Seattle showed us a great time!
Just a couple of sports fans touring the world, one stadium at a time.