Overheard at the game by the men behind me
A: Ike Davis, he's a 1/2 Jew. His mother's Jewish
B: Then he's a full Jew
A: No! Really?
B; That's the rule. Look it up
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A: What's the name of your team
B: The Muts
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Sitting in the 309 section of the ball park for the first time this season, I've arrived early enough to take it all in once again: the checkerboard patterns of the field, the stands slowly filling up with 45,000 fans, the cool spring air on a cloudy, but dry night. And I am thrilled.
Tonight I am by myself because my friends are in the 306 section. I consider going there, but frankly would rather be alone in a better seat than move over 3 sections. So, I take stock of who my neighbor fans are for the evening.
To the right is a nice couple who introduce themselves as members of Hosts for Hospitals, the organization that coordinated the tickets for the evening. Behind me a group of men in their 50/60s, one of whom is a diehard baseball and Mets fan, the team the Phillies are playing tonight. He is a New Yawker, loud opinionated, knowledgable about baseball, which comes in handy later in the game,..
In front are soon to be a group of 20 somethings, there less to see the game than to drink and flirt fawn over each other as they drape themselves across each others laps for pictures.. THere is one woman in particular who could seem to care less about the game.
This is a night of hits and home runs, where the Phillies lead 7-0 after the 4th inning. I decide to walk around a bit, do some shopping, go to the bathroom and I hear groan after groan after groan. When I return to my seat the score is 7-5! And then in the 5th inning, the Mets get 2 more runs.
Blanton has fallen apart and is taken out of the game, which in the 6th inning has become a real game again.. But while he played he hit a single down the 3rd base line for 2 RBIs.
Meanwhile, the young woman in front of me who could care less about what is happening on the field has gotten out of control. She drapes herself all over her friends, stands up and blocks the view. We all watch with amazement, including the family with the 3 year old directly in back of her. The staff person calls her out, and I suppose gives her a good talkin' to, which doesn't help much as she returns to her seat and proceeds to drink more beer. Her woman friend is visibly embarrassed, but the men are eating it up.
But I digress! The 6th inning.and we we sit once more on the edge of our seats, counting every strike and ball, waiting for the runs to come in.
The Phillies don't disappoint, with 3 more runs including a home run.
The final score is 10-7, a satisfying night.. Not only did I get to stand up and scream, but when I clapped with all my might, it didn't hurt my hand.
A wonderful way to celebrate a year after my accident on March 21.
