Friday night we went to the Clippers game. It was my first game of the year. Apparently it was a sell out because despite several open seats standing room only was all that was available when we arrived. So we got our tickets, grabbed some food, and stood behind section 4 I believe.
The the science club (I'm guessing) sitting in front of us learned exactly what the game of baseball was. You know...
- 162 games a year on the majors.
- The majors are one level better than the Clippers.
- If you get three strikes you're out.
- That is called a base.
- That's a free base.
Typical "I've never stepped foot outside of the lab talk". Honestly though I'm thinking this guy was from another country. Seriously. While I didn't hear his accent, the fact that he needed the base explained to him says a lot. If you're not interested enough in baseball to not know the white squares are bases, then you probably would never go to a game. Just my analysis.
After a few innings we were able to move to the bleachers, then finally down a bit closer to the action.
Each time the ball was pitched I tensed up a bit. I could just see the ball coming and hitting me in the face. Fortunately it didn't.
Harry Canary did come by for a visit and I took a few pictures (and a video of my pocket in which I'm laughing hysterically at the blow up bird).
No one should take this many pictures of an inflatable, human filled bird. I think it's safe to say I'm ready for vaca.
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