I had the tickets in an envelope for most of the season. They were in a safe place on a counter between our kitchen and dining room where I would normally leave any tickets for future games that my family and I would be going to.
Earlier this season, I had secured four tickets for the New York Yankees game on Aug. 18 against the Blue Jays and it was something I was very much looking forward to.
That was until July 15 when my family’s world was turned upside down.
That was the night that I broke my right hip and going to a baseball game was the furthest thing in my mind.