So, today my b/f took me to my first baseball game ever.
He said, "It's three hours long, so you can bring a book if you want."
I said, "Pshaw!" or something like that, but I took a book just in case.
And hooray - I enjoyed myself tremendously and did not read the book!
Walking up to the stadium, I was so excited I was giggling.
I couldn't wait for the peanuts! And Crackerjacks!
And we were root-root-rooting for the other team ('cause my honey's a Brewers fan),
but that's ok. I don't mind rooting for the underdog.
It was also free hat day sponsored by "Farmer John". I didn't know who Farmer John was, but I appreciated the free hat. Even though I didn't wear it during the game, 'cause technically I'm now a Brewer's fan. (Well, I suppose that I truly am a Blue Jays fan, but seeing as I really was never into baseball, it's kind of meaningless.) So go Brewers!
It was a gorgeous hot sunny day contrary to what the Weather Network promised. So gorgeously hot and sunny that I got a dorky-looking burn on my arms and neck. Luckily I'd put sunscreen on my face.
I can see why the American public (and the Canadian and the Japanese) have embraced baseball. It's sporty and cerebral, date-friendly and family-friendly. We had good seats - "Field" - if that means anything to you.
It was so beautiful to see so many families - some with such teeny weeny babies too. Is there anything that inspires more hope than 50 000 people all enjoying the same thing out in the sunshine with no apparent meanness or hooliganism? I'm a bit of a sap, but hearing 50 000 people all sing the Star-Spangled Banner brought a tear to my Canadian eyes. We could maybe use a bit more of that in Canada. B/f said he couldn't remember if the concession stand folks stopped serving during the national anthem in T.O., but I hope they do.
The most frustrating thing I did not anticipate was that it was so difficult to see the ball! It was only just before anyone catches it, that you can see it. There was a foul in our section too, but I didn't see it - I just saw people reacting to it.
As for the peanuts and Crackerjacks, b/f had two beers (plastic bottles - who knew?), I had a sno-cone and water. We each had a "Dodger Dog" and we split the most expensive, most delicious salted roasted unshelled peanuts. Then he had a pretzel and I had an amazing discovery - a Carnation chocolate-malt! I will post a pic as soon as I buy that darn cord.
Full and slightly burned (both by sun and by the game), we headed home.
I still barely know anything about baseball - and nothing I learned in high school phys-ed seemed to apply, but it was lots of fun and I'd do it again. Are you kidding? There are still nachos and CrackerJacks and frozen lemonades to try! (I'm just teasing. I think I could get into this game. Although, now I kind of wanna check out a live hockey game too.)
Ok, off to write before we go to the Friend's House to watch TiVo'd Sopranos.
The Friend's House deserves it's own post too. I owe you loyal readers a few posts, but the work-in-progress calls.