Unlike D and the in-laws, I am not a baseball fanatic. As I mentioned in a prior post, at most I enjoy a game from time to time. I tend to get bored 30 minutes in. Unless my alma mater is playing, in which case I can usually manage to corral enough attention to last the duration. Unfortunately, my blasted alma mater missed the CWS by one game. So what's a girl with a short attention span for baseball, but without a team supposed to do? People watch, naturally.
I found it interesting that each game had a different personality. You could gauge a crowd by how many beach balls—and a lone walrus—there were and how people reacted to them being thrown during mid innings and in between innings. At some games there were only a few balls bouncing around and people were adamant about them not disrupting plays. At others there were dozens of balls and it took glares from a couple hardcore fans to stop them flying.
At one game I got hit in the head at least 4 times by balls. A guy behind me heckled other nearby fans throughout the entire game and by the end practically everyone in our section had a delightful nickname.
At another game there were so many balls six of them ended up on the field at the same time, from the same section. That crowd was also serious about the wave. It went completely around the stadium at least ten times. Those folks employed styles of waves I'd never seen before. There was the double wave, the reverse wave, the freeze wave, the slow motion wave.
It was obvious that the CWS is a summer hang out for the local teenagers because they never dressed appropriately—butt cheek baring daisy dukes, too much makeup and jewelry, sparkly see-through tops—and clearly couldn't care less about the outcome of the games. They chatted and texted on their phones, played musical chairs, and couldn't go twenty minutes without buying a snow cone or a hot dog.
Most of my fun was had taking photos of beach ball spiking. And eating, but I'll save that for another post.
I was stuck with my camera phone since large cameras are not allowed in the park. It is no easy feat capturing beach balls mid-air without a zoom and no way to adjust the shutter speed.
2 comments:
wow that's some sky and that stadium makes me think of "leaugue of their own" Alas, it IS butt cheek season and we are back to the low-rise crap where at the very least we get to underwear, I MUST be getting old.
Hit in the head with a ball 4 times? Isn't that concussion territory? Ahhh a heckler...no baseball game is complete without one...and yes, where do people get the money to buy all of that overpriced stadium stuff? We always smuggled stuff in...
Getting hit in the head with beach balls isn't so bad. Just annoying. They check your bags at this place so you can't smuggle stuff in very easily.
It is a HUGE ball park. Much bigger than the old Rosenblatt stadium. D and the in-laws complained that it is TOO big though, but that could just be because they were attached to Rosenblatt. This was only the 2nd year that this new one has been used so memories haven't been formed there just yet.
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