Years back, I was at a Mets game with my wife and RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SIXTH INNING she goes into labor!!! To make things worse - the Mets were down 4 runs but had runners on second and third with only one out.
But labor is labor. If it is דוחה Shabbos it is CERTAINLY דוחה a baseball game.
This was before cell phones were so common and I didn't have one [not that I usually walk around with one now]. So I called over an usher whose name happened to be "Tony" and he ran to a pay phone and called an ambulance.
BARUCH HASHEM we arrived to the hospital on time and she gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
We REALLY wanted to name the baby in honor of the usher but how can we name our little yiddishe yingel [Jewish boy] "Tony"???
So we named him "אשר" instead.
The Mets won after a three run rally in the bottom of the ninth.
WHATTA DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!😂😂😎
THE END [of this fictional tale written when nearing delirium from tiredness and possibly too much wine from havdala].
