Last night, my brother in law and sister in law treated us to an evening game at Yankee Stadium. I hadn’t been to The Bronx for a game since I was in grammar school (we were raised Mets fans) and it was exciting to see a game in the “new” Yankee stadium. It was also exciting to see a winning team.
My phone buzzed throughout the game and, since I have zero discipline, it distracted me quite a bit (although having it did let me capture this cool video extolling the dangers of alcohol):
It got me to thinking how cool it would be to go back to a time when we didn’t have digital distractions.
In the 1950s, my father Don and his brother George would knock off work in Manhattan early and head up to Yankee Stadium to catch the final innings of many a Yankee game (there were more day games back then). Without cell phones to distract them, the Carlon brothers got to concentrate on Mickey Mantle and Roger Maris and really live in the moment (hot dogs were also a dime and admission to the bleachers was practically free).
There’s no going back to those halcyon days and the closest I experience an unplugged life is when my phone runs out of juice. That said, living in the moment is something I’m going to put on my bucket list. Maybe I’ll start after I put down the phone I’m using to type this post.