It was October. The Phillies were in the NLCS...

And Billy, a die-hard fan whose heart beat in red pinstripes, made a bold suggestion: a playoff game. 

Kelsey hesitated. A postseason baseball game felt big – too big, maybe, for a first date. And truth be told, baseball wasn’t yet part of her world. But Billy spoke about the Phillies with reverence and fire, about what it meant to be there when the stakes were high and the crowd was alive. And something in her trusted that feeling.

So, in true Kelsey fashion, she did what she’s always done when facing something big…she turned to her dad. She called her dad, told him about this guy she was excited about, about how much this game meant to him, and asked if maybe, just maybe, he could help make it happen.

Twenty-four hours later, destiny delivered – Game 3, Phillies versus Padres – Section 111, Row 13, Seats 1 & 2.

That night, the Phillies won 4–2. But more importantly, something else took hold. Under the lights, surrounded by cheers and belief, Billy and Kelsey felt it, the certainty that this was more than a date. Their laughter came easier. Their connection deepened. And just like the Phillies, they found their rhythm together.