Take Me Out To The Ball Game
I haven't been to a baseball game since I took my younger cousin to one when he was 7 or 8.
He's 48 now.
The game is just too slow for the world I live in now. Forty years ago, the world seemed simpler and slower to me, and it was relaxing to sit there (I think it was a doubleheader that day) and show my younger cousin a good time; payback for some of the kindnesses his mother gave me growing up.
However, yesterday, after one inning, I was ready to hurt someone. I began thinking of ways to speed up the action. At my age (got my new Medicare card) I look forward to boosts of adrenaline. Maybe change the rules to give a batter THREE balls and TWO strikes. Give the pitcher 20 seconds to throw the ball again, or the hitter gets a "ball" added to the count.
Also, since we're changing the rules, no more spitting or scratching crotches.
The reason I was at the game was the team was having a "Rutgers Night", and my beloved Court Club had a table in the food court trying to sell a few memberships, tee shirts, and yes, a few of my books. After most of the schmoozing was done before game time, a few of us (each no great fan of the game) decided to give it another try.
As I said, I started squirming in my seat after the first inning, and the home team losing already didn't help.
Then it happened.
What every young and old kid hopes happens to them at the ballpark. A high pop foul behind me, careening off the upper deck facade, one high bounce ten rows behind me, then a smaller one two rows away, right into my bare hand. Everyone clapped me 10 seconds of fame, while the game played on.
This treat got me through the second inning, but not the third. It was time to go. Besides, how much better was the game going to get for me?
Actually, almost a lot. While walking to the parking lot, another foul ball bounced on the street a half a block in front of me. I started to run.
"I can't believe it!" I thought to myself, how many fans have retrieved TWO ball from one game?
I think not many, if any, but I wasn't going to be one of them. I watched a younger pair of legs get to the ball before me.
Then again, I did get the adrenaline rush I look for at a sporting event.