Thoughts on a Giants Game
Jun. 28th, 2012 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xylieSince I was a kid, baseball games have honestly filled me up with horror. The idea that you are supposed to sit still for nine innings and watch someone else play seemed quite boring. Being in the game, sure, that was where the action was. I can't play to save my life, but it is fun to hit things with sticks and run like a crazed kitten after a ball.
Apparently, though, one does not sit for long at a pro game. One arrives, one eats, one shops, one wanders about through a stadium that would have made visitors to the hippodrome feel right at home. And even after you locate your seats there are several reasons to get up. Beer. Food. Fly balls. The Wave. Staring at those hipsters from Google in the impossibly tight jeans and speculate on their survival...or perhaps just their remaining circulatory systems.
Okay that last one is probably limited to Giants games, but the rest seemed universal. Jim dragged me along to a Loral event for his group, and did my best to make a good impression and not look behind me. We were in the very top row so that all that sat between me and my achrophobic self was the chain link fence and a sturdy stadium seat. Wheee.
Jim felt the same way so we were two grimly happy folks not looking behind us for several minutes. Then the Giants made a good showing of beating the Dodgers silly and the razzing of the Los Angeles members of his group began. It was all in good fun and not at all likely to get us arrested by any plain clothes police. However, we were reminded every 15 minutes or so that we could text FOUL to a local hotline if any sort of bad behavior were occurring.
All in all my first MLB game was fun it was what came afterwards that cracked the evening.
Apparently, though, one does not sit for long at a pro game. One arrives, one eats, one shops, one wanders about through a stadium that would have made visitors to the hippodrome feel right at home. And even after you locate your seats there are several reasons to get up. Beer. Food. Fly balls. The Wave. Staring at those hipsters from Google in the impossibly tight jeans and speculate on their survival...or perhaps just their remaining circulatory systems.
Okay that last one is probably limited to Giants games, but the rest seemed universal. Jim dragged me along to a Loral event for his group, and did my best to make a good impression and not look behind me. We were in the very top row so that all that sat between me and my achrophobic self was the chain link fence and a sturdy stadium seat. Wheee.
Jim felt the same way so we were two grimly happy folks not looking behind us for several minutes. Then the Giants made a good showing of beating the Dodgers silly and the razzing of the Los Angeles members of his group began. It was all in good fun and not at all likely to get us arrested by any plain clothes police. However, we were reminded every 15 minutes or so that we could text FOUL to a local hotline if any sort of bad behavior were occurring.
All in all my first MLB game was fun it was what came afterwards that cracked the evening.
