I wasn’t sad.
I merely was.
I wound my way down Wrigley Field’s twisting walkways to the street.
My pencil-completed scorecard in backpack.
Ernie Banks’ statue to side.
I joined the flow to the Red Line Elevated.
I had seen my last Major League game.
Wrigley Field, the lone holdout against lights, now has had them for years.
Baseball is sun.
But a video scoreboard is on its way for 2014.
A modern distraction, a 21st Century eyesore, welcomed by millions.
Baseball games should be a treasured hours:
Games scored on paper.
Miss a play, that’s it, no obtrusive screen in center field to show, tell, inform, announce.
Bad enough cellphones at games, little enough attention, soon less.
The crowd moved me up the passenger station steps.
My last Major League game was in my scorecard, Phillies’ win over the Cubs.
A fine afternoon, even as an ending.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid September 2013
Author: Gene Novogrodsky
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, a Brownsville resident for nearly three decades, writes North American border slices, from eastern Canada to central Mexico, and in between. He is one of the founders of the Narciso Martinez Cultural Arts Center Writers Forum in San Benito. He sometimes participates with the informal Resaca Writers Group in Brownsville. He prefers, however, to read to two or three attentive listeners – when asked!