thing, and they moved down to the railing of that section. they did the same thing again, until they were finally down to the front row of seats.
dad, a friendly and outgoing person who was loved by all, approached an older man sitting in the front row, watching the 8th inning.
"excuse me, are you going?"
the older man looked at my dad, and said, "going where?"
dad said, "on the field...when we win, are you going?"
the guy smiled, and said, "no, i am not going out there."
"can i have your seat?" dad replied. i don't know how, but dad talked this guy out of his seat, at game 7, during the 8th 