For those of you that read my post last week, it should come as no surprise that my ideal day at the park would be a day game. Specifically a Sunday day game, and I would attend with my dad, wife, two sons, brother, sister-in-law, niece, and two nephews.
We would greet The Colonel and Mr. Gwynn as we entered the park, and the kids (ages 1-11) would play at the Sunday Kid Fest. We would have our seats in the shade in the Toyota terrace along the infield. It would be a packed house, and the game would be a tight, back and forth affair. I would have a hot dog, a Hodad's bacon cheeseburger, and a sculpin IPA.
In my life, I have caught a foul ball for myself, one for my oldest son, and this would be the day I catch one for my youngest son. The kids would get on the big screen while we sang the 7th inning stretch with the organ. The Padres would shut down the opposition in the top of the ninth with a 1-2-3 inning, and the mission bells would ring proudly. As we leave the park, we would say goodbye to Mr. Gwynn and The Colonel, and head back up the hill victorious.