At the Sox game last night, I got a voice mail from my sister, the actress, followed by an urgent text message: Call me as soon as you can!" I called as soon as I got home. (I left the game in disgust after the seventh inning.)
"Hey," Tricia said, on answering the phone. "I have a great offer for you, but
it requires you to be spontaneous, and you’d have to take two days off work."
"Okay," I said. "I can be spontaneous."
She explained that her husband, Adam, had acquired Mike Scioscia’s wife’s tickets for a silent auction at an annual charity event that he runs in L.A. For those of you who don’t know, Scioscia is the manager of the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Adam then bid on and won the tickets, two seats 10 rows behind home plate that come with all the food and drinks you want.
"We’d like you to go with Adam," Tricia said. "We’d fly you out here first class. You’d go to the game Friday night. They’re playing the White Sox."
She then said I could stay at her in-laws’ place in L.A.
"It will be empty, and there’s a pool," she said. "You can spend the weekend with your nieces [Avery, 25 months, and Charlie, three months]. And if you want to stick around for my birthday party on Sunday, you can meet Rob and Kaitlin."
Rob and Kaitlin play Mac and Sweet D on the brilliant "It’s always Sunny in Philadelphia." They’re friends of hers.
"We’d fly you home on Monday," she said. "First class again. What do you think? It could be a fun engagement present."
"Trish," I said. "I really appreciate the offer, and I’d love to go, but I can’t."
"Why not?" she asked. "It would be a blast."
"I know," I said, "but I’m running Weasel Moot that weekend."
I hope to see you there.