Fear of Change

Change (verb)- to make the form, nature, content, future course, etc., of something different from what it is or from what it would be if left alone; to transform or convert

Change is a topic that most people don’t like to talk about.  It’s also something that is constantly taking place.  Every fall and every spring we change the clocks.  The season changes four times a year.  People change jobs; they may even change where they live because of a new job.  The weather is constantly changing.  No matter how we feel about change, we can’t do anything to prevent it from taking place.

Over the past few months the Reading Fightin’ Phils have made some changes.  The front office has said goodbye to some long-time employees, hired some new staff members, and welcomed back some familiar faces.  There have also been changes made to job positions within the organization.  The biggest change, however, has occurred outside the office.  The red general admission seats in the main grandstand are now green reserved seats.

Now to a lot of people this won’t seem like a big deal, it’s just a different color seat.  To the long-time fans and employees, however, it will take some time to adjust to this change.  There are the fans who race to the grandstand as soon as the seats open to grab what they believe are the best seats in the house.  They will find that they have to run a farther distance now if they want to sit on the third base line, but the first base line will be easily accessible.  There’s the gentleman we dubbed “vanilla cup man” because he would order the same thing every game;  to the point where all he had to do was come to the window and put down his money.  Will another ice cream stand memorize his order this summer?  The running man may find that he has a shorter distance and fewer stairs to cover as he chases after foul balls.  While my sister has gotten to know these fans over the last 7 1/2 years and I have only known them for two, it feels as if we have been friends for some time and in a way we have become a strange, little baseball family.  Who knew that something as simple as the color of a seat could have such a big impact on a group of people.

I’m sure it will take some time to get used to looking out the window of the ice cream stand and seeing green seats; for the last ten years I have looked at the grandstand and have seen blue, yellow, and red seats.  By the end of the summer, however, I know that the green seats will not seem so out-of-place.  Change may not be something that we enjoy, but it’s inevitable and we might as well embrace it.