John Delach

Finally, after sixty-three years of existence, the Texas Rangers won the World Series earlier this fall. Congratulations!

Over the years, I have attended several games at their home stadiums. Most of my memories are mundane, but there was one incident that my cousin, Bill and I witnessed that’s worth remembering.

I had flown from LaGuardia to DFW (Dallas-Fort Worth Airport) on a business trip visiting Exxon-Mobil’s home office in Las Calinas. Bill picked me up from my hotel after those meeting ended so I could stay at his home in Plano after we attended a Rangers game that night and returned to New York the next day.

We ate at the stadium’s buffet dining room before heading to our reserved seats in the upper deck behind home plate.

After the traditional playing of our National Anthem, the action on the field began while the crowd took their seats. Occupying several seats two rows below us was a home-town family of five Born-again Christians. I understood their message of devotion from their tee shirts that advertised Jesus, finding Jesus and/or being born again.

Ordinarily, this discovery would have been no more than a footnote

to my experience that night at the ballpark. But then, their daughter, a cute teenager about 16-years- old returned from the concession stand and announced to her father: ”Daddy, a man down below us told me that I have a pretty ass.”

“Well, darling, you do have pretty eyes.”

“No daddy, he said I have a pretty ass.”

“Can you point him out?”

She did and her daddy signaled to his oldest son who I guessed to be fifteen to join him. They made their way down to the perpetrator who met them standing, having a good time, clueless of his fate. Seconds later, Daddy, administered his daughter’s revenge as he punched her offender in the nose. Texas style justice had been administered.

Security arrived. Her daddy made his case. The perpetrator was removed from the ball park while daddy returned to his family.

Bill and I had taken in the drama from the safety of our seats. But, as daddy returned to his seat, I turned to Bill to ask him: “Bill, what do you say to $50? I’ll give you $50 if you tell her daddy that she does have a pretty ass?

He declined as I thought he would,