Peanuts and Crackerjacks

Saturday night I went to my very first Bees baseball game. For those not in the know (which sorta includes me, since I had to ask my friend) the Bees are the minor league Triple-A affiliate of the Los Angeles Angels. Even though I am more of a sports fan than the average girl, I do not follow baseball at all. I think it's boring, it takes too long, and there are long stretches of nothing followed by spurts of exctiment (which my friend Jeff remarked is how life is).

But anything is automatically cooler when experienced live, as I was reminded of as I sat in Spring Mobile Ballpark, cheering on the players, clapping for Bumble, hoping to catch a flyball (which was nearly impossilbe as we were sitting behind homeplate and there's that net to protect fans), and participating in the best part of the game--the seventh inning stretch. I sang, "Take me Out to the Ballgame," at full capacity and loved the feeling of the entire ballpark singing together.

The game came down to the very end when, in the bottom of the ninth with two outs, a homerun was hit with a runner on first. Along with a very exciting fifth inning, those spurts of excitment were worth it. Oh, and there were fireworks after the game. I love fireworks. So all in all it was a lot of fun (except for the fact that my friend Jeff was feeling sick and had to leave before the seventh inning and missed a lot of the fun), and I find myself wanting to go to more games next season!