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" May 30  I arrived at the bottom of the fourth inning. It was a warm night and the air smelled like franks and beer. I remember thinking there was no place on earth I would rather be.  On the way over I was able to call in a favor to Cal, who knew a guy who knew a guy who worked at the stadium. Terms were negotiated. Arrangements were made.  Unfortunately, his connections only went so far. Mom had no clue where India and the kids were seated, India left her cell at home, and the guy who knew a guy couldn&amp;#039;t provide personal information on the crowd.  The only clue I had was something mom told me before I hopped in the van and gunned it to the stadium. &amp;quot;They kept asking if they were going to see you there,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;India told them you were away on a trip, but they would look for you.&amp;quot;  Perhaps she took them back to where we sat last week? That was the first place I looked \u2014 the left field stands towards the back. The seats were empty. I asked a fat fan in a Jeter jersey if he&amp;#039;d seen them. He shook his head no. &amp;quot;Down in front, you moron!&amp;quot; someone shouted at me.  Had to love Yankee fans.  The stadium was about half full, the attendance around 33,000. But, when you&amp;#039;re looking for someone in a sea of people, it felt more like 33 million. I sat on the mezzanine level in left field scanning every part of the crowd then I went to the right mezzanine and scanned some more. Nothing.  Everywhere I went I asked annoyed fans if they&amp;#039;d seen a cute blonde with two little kids. Nobody knew anything. By the sixth inning I was starting to realize it was hopeless. It was a good idea, but clearly it wasn&amp;#039;t meant to be.  I was sweating from running up and down all those steps. I needed a tall beer, so I stopped by a concession stand and waited on line. The guy in the Jeter jersey was putting relish on his hot dogs. We made eye contact for a brief second and looked away.  &amp;quot;A-yo,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re the guy looking for the chick with the two kids, right?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Yeah.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;They sat down about 10 minutes after you left. I told them you was looking for them.&amp;quot;  I tossed the beer in the trash. &amp;quot;Are they still there?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I dunno.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What inning is it?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Top of the seventh, I think.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Thanks!&amp;quot;  I hugged him and took off for aisle 209.  As I ran down the ramp, I could see the top of India&amp;#039;s blonde hair in the distance. She bounced Steve Jr. on her lap. He was wearing the cap I bought him. My throat filled up with excitement.  &amp;quot;India! I called. &amp;quot;India!&amp;quot;  She couldn&amp;#039;t hear me. Or maybe she could hear me, but didn&amp;#039;t want to turn around? I swerved around a guy selling Cotton Candy and hurdled over the peanuts guy.  When I finally got to her row, I stood there in silence, panting like a dog on a hot day. Junior was the first to see me.  &amp;quot;Zach!&amp;quot; he squealed, and he jumped off his mom&amp;#039;s lap to leap into my arms. Bobby quickly followed. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re back from your trip!&amp;quot; he said.  I put them down and looked at India. She wasn&amp;#039;t pleased.  &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I need to talk to you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;We were just going,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s hours past their bedtime and they&amp;#039;re exhausted.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want to go, mom.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t give me any backtalk, Bobby. I told you we&amp;#039;re leaving in 5 minutes.&amp;quot;  She stood up.  &amp;quot;India, please. Please listen to me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You have a lot of nerve coming here to ambush me tonight. Is this fun for you? Do you get pleasure out of ripping my heart out of my chest in front of my boys?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t understand. I love you.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Get out of my way.&amp;quot;  She grabbed the kids by the hand and pushed passed me. I watched hopelessly as they walked up the aisle.  Just then, Bobby screamed, &amp;quot;Look, mom. Zach&amp;#039;s on TV!&amp;quot;  He pointed up at the JumboTron above center field. We all turned to see what he was talking about.  &amp;quot;Ladies and gentleman,&amp;quot; the announcer said. &amp;quot;Please turn your attention to seats 44 and 45 in section 209, where Zach has a very important question to ask India.&amp;quot;  The guy in the Jeter jersey jumped up and waved, &amp;quot;Hi, mom! Hi!&amp;quot;  A heart frame filled the screen. The camera followed me as I marched up the aisle to India.  &amp;quot;What are you doing?&amp;quot; she said, trembling. &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s going on?&amp;quot;  I took a knee. She covered her mouth with her hands. The crowd began to cheer.  &amp;quot;I have been a fool for so much of my life. I have done things I shouldn&amp;#039;t have done. Made choices I shouldn&amp;#039;t have made. And yet, somehow, someway, it has all led to this moment \u2014 right here, right now, with you.&amp;quot;  India was crying, I was crying, the guy in the Jeter jersey was crying.  &amp;quot;Will you find it in your heart to forgive me for the past, and look towards the future? I promise to be a better person, to honor and respect you, to cherish you forever.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh, Zach.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;India Elizabeth Baker. Will you be my wife?&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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