“A hot dog at the ballgame beats roast beef at the Ritz.” – Humphrey Bogart
- There are few things sadder than watching a ballgame by yourself.
- One of those things is not watching at all.
- Another is finding out you have a pal in the stands but not finding out until later.
- Who ever heard of a system wide power outage on a subway with no noticable power outage anywhere else?
- Baltimore traffic on game night is worse than Boston at rush hour. I have never seen so many one way streets suddenly switch direction or disappear completely in all my life.
- Camden Yards is the worst place to watch a ballgame I have seen since the Vet went the way of the dodo. I am not a sitter. Particularly not in ridiculously small seats with no cup holders. In Camden Yards the only places to stand and actually see the game are behind bars. It’s like watching a pick up game in the prison yard. And, since it’s Baltimore, you get to sit with real inmates.
- I am severely spoiled by the Phillies ballpark.
- In hindsight, I find it hilarious that on Friday an Orioles fan – wearing a Dodgers ballcap – kept needling me – in my Red Sox ballcap – about the rumored Manny mega-trade while we stood under a big sign advertising Raffy’s 3,000th hit. Now it’s Tuesday: Raffy’s been exposed as a fraud and ain’t playing while Manny continues to contritely swat clutch hits for the BoSox. What a world.
- It’s also funny that the only dude who didn’t give me shite about my Boston cap was a Yankees fan. I guess strangers in a strange land have to stick together. Just put us together in Fenway, though.
- I have been to entirely too many American League games. My God it’s painful to say this. It actually seems weird to see pitchers bat. Damn you Designated Hitter rule!
- National League game this Sunday! Will it suffice to wash the bad taste out of my mouth?
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