Editor’s note: And now a break from my normal drivel. This is a post from my better half, Mollie. She is a blogger of a different variety (that is to say she talks about actual important things in life) over at One/Change. I couldn’t be happier to lend some of my blogspace to her. Quite frankly, her mere presence adds a level of sophistication and intelligence not seen in these parts for a long time. Be sure and give her a warm welcome.
Going to baseball games is one of my favorite things to do with Kendall. It enjoys the esteemed company of camping, long walks, and Saturday morning breakfast at El Greco.
Friday night we went to a game we have been looking forward to all season. It was our “living the high life” game. The Tigers were in town to play The Mariners and we got to watch the (whole) game from behind home plate. Incidentally, it happened to be Ichiro’s first game since signing his contract and the crowd was on fire (too bad Ichiro wasn’t…sorry buddy).
It was a good game, but The Mariners lost. The Tigers played a crisp game and The Mariners couldn’t keep up. Bottom of the 9th, the score was 6-3, players were one 1st and 3rd with 2 outs. Ben Broussard came up to the plate to pinch hit for Jose Lopez. Kendall and I stood up, cheering The Mariners, cheering Broussard on, and hoping for a home run to tie up the game. We were joined by a few others, but not by all, and definitely not by the 65 year old lady behind us who began to hysterically scream at me to sit down. Fortunately, I didn’t hear her until her third attempt because, as she said, “the crowd was too loud”. That should have been her first clue that we were at a sporting event and not at home napping.
My thoughts on this are as follows: 1) if you pay so much for a seat that it keeps you from being able to enjoy the game because you want to get what you pay for, then either stay home or sit in the bleachers (which I love…so, on second thoughts, don’t sit there); 2) if you are more passionate about telling other people what to do than you are about the game…stay home; 3) next time I will spend less time getting into ridiculous arguments with the sour old bag behind me, and more time watching the game and cheering for the Mariners.
Thanks to the 2 different couples who came up to me afterward offering me encouragement in my struggle against people who just don’t get what going to a ballgame is all about.
By the way, I cut off my tussle just in time to see Broussard strike out.