George had been a major league baseball fan all of his life.  Every opportunity to latch onto a few tickets found George in his favorite seat -- first seat, second row, right behind first base.

In the three years he had been seeing Mary he had never been able to interest her in going to one of the games.  She didn't like the traffic, she didn't like the crowds, and she was content with hearing about the excitement of the game from George when he got home.
 
Determined to share a game with Mary, George secured a pair of tickets, handed them to her with a bow, and said, "tomorrow afternoon, please be my guest at the game."  With a cute little "you won this time, buster" smile, she finally gave in. 

Mary was very taken by all the activity . . . the vendors, crowd reaction, airplanes flying overhead trailing colorful banners, and, of course, the athletes on the field.

As the seventh inning was drawing to a close, Mary glanced up to see what bright banner was flying overhead and was amazed to see "Mary, will you marry me?  I love you.  George"  flying  through the sky. 

Mary did a double take, turned to George with wide eyes, and saw him beside her on his knee, left hand extended and right hand poised to put a beautiful diamond engagement ring on her finger.

The inning had come to an end and behind George Mary was amazed to see the players on the field lined up on the first base line waving their hats as she told him "Yes, I'd love to be your wife".  The organist burst into "Here Comes the Bride" and George's baseball buddies who had all been seated nearby rushed up to congratulate both of them with beer & hot dog toasts!

A new baseball fan had just been born!