Well, I’ve been to my first ever ball game, and it was great fun. I think there was some sort of sport being played on the field, but I was more fascinated by all the other stuff going on, in the crowd, on the screens, and on the field when the players weren’t. There was a horse-headed mascot who catapulted t-shirts into the crowd, a race between coloured dots, children winning prizes for looking slightly stunned on the big screen, the national anthem (and yes, just about everyone in the crowd did do that hand on heart thing!), players throwing hissy fits, fireworks and streamers, exhortations to random couples in the crowd to kiss, cheesy organ music, “We heart (player of choice)” banners, and of course lots of hot dogs, nachos, peanuts, and cotton candy (all of which we had to sample to ensure we were getting the full ball game experience). We had our photo taken by the official photographer (apparently we’ll be able to see it on some website somewhere), attempted to vote for player of the year or something (except I managed to lose the voting form somewhere between our highly scientific selection process (picking all the players with the silliest names) and the usher coming back to collect them), sang along to “Deep in the Heart of Texas” and “Take Me Out to the Ball Game”, and generally had a great time.
Ok, for those who insist on knowing such things, it was the Texas Rangers playing the Kansas City somethingorothers (Royals?), and Texas won. Otakuu (who used to play softball so understood all the words Turbostitcher was using) can probably tell you more than that. All I know is someone got a home run, because that’s why the fireworks went off.
And in case you haven’t figured it out yet, we’re in Texas 🙂