Monday, July 8, 2013

My Team is Better Than Yours

My baseball team is better than your baseball team.

When Karen and I go to a baseball game, as we did on Sunday, we drive our car to a ferry.

We board the board the boat and set off on a one-hour cruise that includes sights such as
Alcatraz Island and the Golden Gate Bridge,
the graceful skyline of one of America's great cities,
and some always-impressive public works projects. Plus a dolphin and a sea lion. So, you know, it's already a pretty good day even before the boat gets to the ballpark.
Where it pulls up to a dock steps away from the leftfield gate
conveniently close to where our seats were.
Other reasons my baseball team is better than your baseball team: my baseball team sells garlic fries,
is adorned with a giant baseball glove and Coke bottle,

and has a very cute Despicable Me blimp floating overhead.
After a good three hours sitting in the sun refreshed by cool Bay breezes, when my baseball team is done losing 4-1 to the despised Dodgers (despite my personal, repeated and heartfelt exhortations of "Beat L.A.!" and "we want a pitcher, not a belly-itcher!"), we get to thrillingly re-enact Alfred Hitchcock's "The Birds"
as thousands of gulls descend on the stadium to eat our discarded garlic fries and other treats. I don't know how they all know when the game's over; maybe they carry teeny transistor radios and earbuds. Then we get back on the boat,
which courteously waits a half hour after the game to cast off, and go back the way we came.

A perfect day? No. But definitely one of the great ones.

1 comment:

Sherwood Harrington said...

Gorgeous! Beats taking the B train all the way up to the Bronx, that's for sure.