I’m gonna recant what I said about going to see bad baseball teams play bad, bad, bad baseball. It hurts, and I’m not hardcore enough. Yet, I was there for the 13-0 beatdown tonight. Every pitcher giving up a home run, even if they didn’t give up a home run. It was a painful 9 innings and 3 hours. At least, I caught the beginnings of the Grand Prix of Baltimore.
The Hardcore is composed of the people I saw at the Yard tonight.
There’s the gentleman who has season tickets a row behind me. He’s been rotating his companions between his children and his friends. He jinxes us as he’s always there for the beatdown.
There’s the lady and the gentleman who have the two season ticket seats on my right. He’s old and she’s younger. I can’t guess their relationship. Father-daughter? Husband-wife? Gentleman-escort? I can’t tell. I’m afraid to ask. I’m hoping its husband-‘trophy’ wife. They are an interesting couple. She’s also pretty.
There’s the kids from Hopkins, the freshman from LA and NJ. They’ve come to catch a game at the Yard. Wish they got to see a better game. Although, I did tell them to go sneak into the seats behind home plate. Hopefully, you got to see them on television.
There’s the group of high school kids. They came down from the upper level to catch the final innings. They had seen last night’s game, too. It’s great to egg these kids on in their taunting. We’re getting on the Jumbo-tron!
There’s the dude from work. He’s still at the game in the ninth. What are we doing and why do we subject ourselves to this junk? WHY!
There’s the guy who’s vacation is watching some ball games. He wore an Orioles shirt tonight, but wore a Blue Jays shirt last night. He’s on his way to Boston for three games, Yankees then Rangers. I thought he was here for the Grand Prix. He hates motorsports.
There’s the kids who sat in the seats for the first two innings. They were very loud and I kept looking at the dad a few rows back. I couldn’t help it. Maybe, subconsciously, I wanted him to get his kids out of there. They did clear out, but they cheered loudly for the Orioles even though we wer down 7 by the third.
In there place came the mother and her 2 children. They were shooed away by the husband-wife couple.
I didn’t talk up the ball girl. It wasn’t Kirsten.
Orioles play a day game tomorrow and I doubt they’ll get 5000 fans. I don’t think they got 10000 tonight. We’re number 32!
