This memorial was interesting because I remember when the bombing happened. I was in third grade in the spring of 1995, my best friend’s birthday was in just a couple of days. We saw the pictures and knew it was horrible but that’s about all my 9 year old brain could comprehend. I was really curious to visit the museum and help bring all the pieces together.
As we stepped through the gates on the west side of the memorial, we were greeted with the giant reflecting pool on what had been Oklahoma City’s 5th Street. This now decommissioned street was where Timothy McVeigh had parked the now infamous Ryder truck.
Stacia, Andrea and I all agreed to start in the museum to give context to the memorial. This is one of the best museums I have ever been to. I have a low threshold of patience for museums with lots of video content and while I still felt there could be fewer videos (or at least shorter ones), the exhibits were put together excellently.
Back outside, we visited the survivor tree and then wandered over to the site of the federal building and saw the chairs representing those who died in the bombing.
We wandered around the grounds for awhile taking it all in. The memorial was really well done. If you’re in OKC, you can’t miss it, it’s hard but you must go.
Many of you know that I have a minor obsession with baseball.
My obsession with college softball is worse. I actually played D3 ball when I was in college. I was certainly no star (ha) but as my dad always said most people don’t get to play in college so I feel pretty lucky. I’m even more lucky to have met a wonderful friend while playing. We were often trouble (I can get you a rainout…) but of the best kind.
Stacia and I were usually the ones at team parties that were in the corner huddled over the standings trying to figure out what our route to the playoffs was (spoiler, it was always hard and we never made it when playing together).
Despite distance, Stacia and Dre journeyed to Utah to support me at my wedding and I was so so lucky to stand up with them at their wedding.
A couple weeks ago was the culmination of EIGHTEEN MONTHS OF SECRECY on the part of Dre and I… Stacia and I had always promised to go to the WCWS together. Dre wanted to take Stacia for her 30th birthday. Stacia got the tickets for her birthday back in December but she didn’t know I was coming until AT THE AIRPORT IN OKC! (Actually, she swears she knew something was up but whatever.)
I did not expect tons of softball—that I wasn’t even playing—to be so exhausting. We were never at the Airbnb; not that I’m complaining! We got to watch 10* games of excellent softball!
*10… but one of them was 17 innings….
We got rained on. I lost my voice. We kept score every game. We witnessed the longest WCWS Championship Series Final game ever.
I felt incredibly lucky to spend time at ASA Stadium watching some excellent softball. Neither Washington or Oregon took home the trophy but I really enjoyed the whole thing. It won’t be next year but I’ll definitely be back. This is some of the best sport out there. Just turn it on, you’ll see.