Showing posts with label Great American. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Great American. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Boys of Summer Book - Entry #92

Young Onset Parkinsoian 
at the YOPN, Minneapolis 2004

Pam Milton
RC:
Women are less-known to have Parkinson’s. Do you have any numbers or percentages on that?
PM:
I don’t know the percentage but you’re right. There are a lot more men than women. 
RC:
Do people act surprised when you tell them you have Parkinson’s?
PM:
Oh yeah. Very. I’ve had it for 19 years. 
RC:
And how did you come about knowing you had it?
PM:
When I was pregnant with my first son, I was 22, my right hand started shaking. I went to the neurologist and he said, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. And it took me 15 years to get a diagnosis. It wasn’t until Michael J Fox came out and said he had it. And some people said, y’all are exactly the same age, maybe you have it, too. And they tried me on sinemet and it worked. So I found out in 1999. 
RC:
And what was that feeling when you got the diagnosis?
PM:
I was elated at first because I thought, “I know what’s wrong with me”. I’m not crazy. It’s not all in my head. It’s not just nerves. But then it sunk in. What got me was that it’s not just physical. The cognitive stuff is what gets me. 
RC:
What have you experienced on the cognitive front?
PM:
The short-term memory loss. Inability to...numbers don’t work any more. Checkbook? Forget about it. Don’t do it. Not being able to find words. Not being able to remember -- oh, I was sitting at my laptop the other day and I couldn’t remember where the phone cord went. I was looking over the whole thing and it just wasn’t there. I had to have someone show me. Just stuff like that. 
RC:
So is that frustrating?
PM:
Yeah, it’s frustrating. Sometimes it makes me feel old. I don’t want to feel old. I’m only 42. I’m not ready to feel old yet. 
RC:
You said we were living your dream. What do you mean?
PM:
I’ve wanted to go to Yankee Stadium. I’ve wanted to go to Wrigley Field. I’ve wanted to go all over, just visiting different baseball fields. My dad thought I was going to be a boy, so I’ve been watching the Atlanta Braves since I was five years old -- or younger. And they finally got good. They’re finally worth watching which is fantastic. My oldest son played in high school. He played since he was four. And now he doesn’t play any more and I’m like, “I want baseball!” He was a pitcher and he was good. He had a curveball that could make a batter look stupid. 
RC:
You’re a proud mama.
PM:
Oh, just a little bit. We used to laugh -- he’d get up on the mound and I’d hide behind the pole because I couldn’t watch him. I’d hide and then I’d look and then I’d get out there and start yelling. He’d look over at me and go, “Shut up, mom!”
(She laughs)
I’ve always told my husband that I want to rent an RV, drive around the country and just go to all the baseball fields. 
RC:
Do you think you might do that?
PM:
I don’t know. I don’t know. Maybe one day. It would be awesome. But when I heard what y’all are doing I thought, “God! They’re living my dream! I want to do that so bad!”
RC:
What’s great about baseball?
PM:
The fans. The fans are fantastic. The Atlanta fans are great. I’ve watched different events happen for players -- milestones where the fans were so curteous and so appreciative of what they’re watching. I was listening to the radio when Hank Aaron hit 715. It was awesome. It was so cool. I was listening the year before, the last game when he didn’t hit it. You know? It was almost there and he just didn’t quite get it. 
It’s...it’s America. I love football. I love college football. Pro football -- eh. But baseball -- baseball is great. My grandmother’s 87 years old. She never misses a Braves game. I mean, we had a family reunion last weekend. She went downstairs. Forgot about everybody, went downstairs and watched the Braves. It’s just great. 
RC:
You said baseball is American. What does that mean?
PM:
Aw, come on. Okay, I’ve got some  friends here from England. And they’re going to the Twins game on Sunday. And we were talking about it and they said, “We don’t even know what it’s about. We don’t have baseball.”
RC:
Do you think the history of the game is important?
PM:
Oh yeah. I used to work in insurance and we had a customer that would come in and he was really, really old. And everybody would say, he’s older than the first day of baseball. It’s always been there. 
My dad used to sell sporting gear. He has a Hank Aaron jersey that Hank Aaron signed. It was going to be mine, until I had two brothers. I have a feeling they’ll get it. 

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Boys of Summer book Entry #77


July 19, 2004 (4:00 AM) - Bob
Cincinnati, OH

A little trouble sleepin’. It’s the middle of the night and my mind is just racing. Sometimes when days or events go so well, I have a hard time letting go of them because I want them all to go that well. I need (in order to achieve my highest good) to stay present. Reflection on the past and consideration of the future have their place, to be sure, but my greatest need is to be accepting of and present in the now.
 
I’m going to go talk to the marketing folk in the morning and see if we can get on a couple of rides at King’s Island Amusement Park. It would be very, very fun and a good part of the trip. I could use the roller coaster analogy for the highs and lows of the trip. And...it would just be fun.

July 19, 2004 - Dad
Cincinnati, OH

We slept well and woke up to a sunny day and dry camp gear.  While getting our gear together, a man and his two sons stopped by to ask about our banner hung on the side of the Explorer. The boys, Brandon and Austin Cooper, 5 and 7 years old, are good baseball players. They have played on the same team despite their age difference. Bob and I interviewed them for the documentary. 

We were camped next to Paramount’s Kings Island Amusement Park.  We had watched the fireworks and could hear the screams from the roller coasters.  Bob came up with the idea that a ride on the roller coaster would be a good metaphor for our adventure – a lot of ups and downs. We pack up and drive the short distance to the park. After a few inquiries, Bob reaches Maureen Booth, p.r. rep for the park. When Maureen heard our proposal, she agreed to take us personally to "The Beast" their oldest roller coaster. I am not that excited about rides and definitely don’t like roller coasters, but nobody loves a coward – right? 

We go to the front of the long line and Bob and I get in the front of the first car. Well, I’m writing so you know I made it but I had my doubts. We thank Maureen and were off to Cincinnati and Kinko’s and more office work. 

Shortly after 4 p.m. we are back in the Explorer looking for somewhere to barbecue. We end up in a motel  parking lot in Covington, Kentucky. It is just across the Ohio River from Cincinnati and walking distance to the ballpark. After dinner, we are off to the ball game. The Reds new home, Great American Ballpark is overlooking the Ohio River and Covington, Kentucky.  It is a beautiful night for baseball.

An uninspired crowd of 27,500 watched the Reds beat the Brewers.  I have to say after being among the fans in Philadelphia, New York, and Boston, it is a bit of a let down in Cincinnati. After the game, we drive half way to Louisville and stop at the General Butler State Park. We set up camp in the dark and get to sleep about 1 a.m.
Park Number 14 (of 30), Great American Ball Park
 
Cincinnati 8, Milwaukee 4
WP: A. Harang (6-2)   LP: B. Hendrickson (0-2)

Hometown scoreboard: Toronto 5, Oakland 3