Editor/Husband broke his leg on New Year’s Day.
You might think that this was a terrible thing and it was. Not for me, of course, but for him. It was a lousy thing to happen.
But, look at the bright side.
His bum leg wasn’t ready for steep steps. And, our season tickets for University of Virginia baseball are out in the bleachers and up some very steep steps. We had to figure this out. Because I don’t care whose leg is broken, we’re not missing baseball.
So before nearly every home game this season I stood in line at the ticket window – sometimes for nearly an hour – in the hopes of upgrading that day’s tickets to closer-in seats that would be an easier commute for Limpy.
Those close-in seats are the ones that fans like us, with our bleacher tickets, dream about.
The blue seats.
Real seats with sturdy backs, not the long backless benches that line the rest of the park. When you’re in the blue seats you can put your bottle of water beside your feet and not worry that someone will accidentally kick it into the opening in the bleacher floor where it will disappear into the abyss.
