Posts Tagged ‘baseball’
Take me out to the ballgame
Nov
For the first time in my entire life I have become (somewhat) interested in baseball. I actually watched the majority of the World Series and the games leading up to it. Some of them I even watched on my own! FREAKY, I know! I hardly even recognize myself. A couple of years ago we went to a Yankees/Red Sox game in NY, which was a lifelong dream of the hubby’s. The significance of the event was completely lost on me. All I could think about was how blasted hot I was, and should I eat another hot dog?
I happened to marry an enormous Yankees fan. Well, just a huge sports fan in general, but the Yankees are one of his favorites. I’ve always been of the opinion that baseball is b-o-r-i-n-g, especially on TV. I usually enjoy watching most other sports, but baseball made me all sorts of irritated and antsy and sleepy, all at the same time. I think a big part of it is that I don’t understand the rules or strategies at all. It took me years (literally, years) to figure out what a first down in football was (I swear I’m not stupid, just uninterested…or so I’d like to think). Once I finally figured out what all these “downs” the announcers were talking about I started to enjoy football a whole lot more.
Now that I’m starting to get a tiny inkling of the strategy of baseball its become more interesting to me. I think the fact that it was the playoffs helped a lot. I also think I’ve gained an appreciation for it because its a great source of background entertainment when you have a toddler. It doesn’t require a whole lot of concentration or thinking, and I can even look away for a few minutes to attend to the wee one and when I look back, the same guy is still up to bat! I haven’t missed a thing! Ever tried to watch Lost or something while taking care of a toddler on your own? DOESN’T WORK.
Anyway, since I still am pretty clueless about baseball in general, I tend to pepper the hubby with questions. You know, intelligent ones that any guy would want to answer during a game, such as:
“What’s that little phone they talk on all the time?”
“Why is he called a ‘manager’ and not a ‘coach’? That doesn’t make sense… all the other sports teams have coaches.”
“Why do the pitchers sit somewhere else?’
“Why do they have to make the uniforms so unflattering?”
“Its raining! Why don’t they all wear long sleeves?”
“How many pitchers does the team have, anyway? Seems like a lot.”
“Doesn’t it hurt their elbow to throw that hard?”
“Why does Derek Jeter have such an ugly haircut?”
“Why is he the closer? Is it because he’s a dependable? Or just really good? Or both? Is he your favorite?”
“Ew, why do they have to spit so much?”
“What do all those numbers mean?”
“And those numbers…?”
“Who’s that guy?”
“And who’s that guy? Is he good?”
“What about that guy, who is he?”
Yep, my husband is a lucky man indeed to have his wife join him for the games.
All you other guys should be SO jealous.
