idiggory, King of Bards wrote:
someproteinguy wrote:
idiggory, King of Bards wrote:
and involves a lot less screaming
Well there goes all the fun. You're supposed to go to a ballgame and scream yourself hoarse to the point you can't talk for a week. You know try and get in the opposition's head, help swing momentum, support the team, all that kind of stuff.
If not for that then why go? The game is probably better at home on T.V.
Because you like hot dogs and a warm summer days?
I mean, I'm not the one to ask.
I just know there are times I've been dragged to games, and I hated baseball less than the others, because people were more willing to talk.
Go to the park, turn the radio to the ball game, toss the Frisbee around with the friends.
I dunno, there are some nice things about baseball games, but it's not usually the baseball game. I can go to a game in Seattle, go up to the upper deck, and look out at the sun setting over Puget Sound these days; that's nice and all. Maybe my games growing up were all in the Kingdome, which kind of ruined that whole atmosphere. Nothing like sitting inside a big grey coffin for a few hours on a nice sunny day. I suppose I wouldn't give any of those memories back (especially not Edgar Martinez's homerun ball
), but I've just about baseballed myself out over the years.
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