9/11 & major league baseball: ain't more American

Trip Start Oct 30, 2010
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What I did
Watched the National's baseball game against the Houston Astros

Flag of United States  , District of Columbia
Sunday, September 11, 2011

Sweating, waving fliers in the sun, Patriots Day or the 10th Anniversary of September 11th, we sat in the bleachers of a baseball game in Washington D.C. practicing a simple, however iconic, American day. 
 
Eva's boss bought her office tickets to today's Nationals baseball game, an event planned well before my trip down here. 
Knowing one old friend from college who's living in the city now, I thought to meet up with him wondering the city (that or alone) but in the last hours leading up to the game, one member of Eva's office backed out, freeing up a spare ticket and my first attendance at a major league baseball game -- the Nationals versus the Houston Astros. 

Extremely exciting place though it was uncomfortably hot to be sitting out in the raw sun for three straight hours
In relief, a family was kind enough to give us their leftover sunscreen (immediately after smelling their application and wishing we had some) and in the last half, Eva and I found a covered table in the restaurant's upper patio. Otherwise we'd be cooked. 

Back to the humbling comfort of couches, carpet and air conditioning, 
it's been overall a touching day, goose bumping and tearing up every moment I see a WTC victim brave cameras to express their love and memories for those they lost. 
We watched a documentary tonight on the babies born immediately after 9/11, having never met their fathers. 
One mother said that while she was pregnant, her late husband, a 9/11 victim, had asked their doctor their baby's gender when she was out of the room using the restroom. She didn't know it then, but her husband died knowing that he was going to have a daughter, even though it was a daughter he'd never meet. 
Another girl walked around carrying a photo of her father, a man she said she never knew, but whom she loves. Another boy smiled saying he thinks he and his father look alike, adding that his dad liked to play basketball too.    

Fittingly (in coincidence), we watched the movie "Biutiful" the other night, and I was moved by the character's fear of his children not remembering him after he died from cancer. He loved them beyond the moon, but what if he left and they forgot about him (just like he forgot about his own father at their age). 

It's unnecessary to fear your love won't go on though. In all these stories, it's evident that for these good people, they do -- in that story, as well as following 9/11. Another good life lesson. A humbling one.   
Don't be afraid! (Especially to love.) You'll get it back. 
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