Back in the days in which I was part of the sadistic clutches of planning a wedding I had a simple fantasy.
I wanted to get married at Dodger Stadium. It would have been perfect. The chuppah would have been at homeplate and the attendants would have been lined up nearby.
I wanted Vin Scully to do the play-by-play. I could just hear him come up with a few funny stories about the bride and groom.
Some of the details have always been a little fuzzy. I have this great mental image of me running the bases in my tux as Scully says he just hit this one out of here! Of course I fully intended for that to coincide with my sliding into home plate and the rabbi yelling “safe.”
Another one of my ideas involved the bullpen. I thought that it might be fun for someone in the dugout to call time and walk out to have a short conversation with me after which another guy dressed in a tux would trot out of the bullpen towards the chuppah.
Sadly I never did get the opportunity to try and turn this fantasy into reality.
Jameel,
Oh no I didn’t, you just didn’t get to read about it. 😉
Ezzie,
Everyone needs a relief husband. You know, the guy that comes in to do the chores and give you a chance to head off to Vegas for a long weekend.
I thought that it might be fun for someone in the dugout to call time and walk out to have a short conversation with me after which another guy dressed in a tux would trot out of the bullpen towards the chuppah.
LOL
Jack: Using a baseball stadium for a wedding? You missed a classic opportunity to use the “second base, third base, homerun” metaphor.
Oh well.