Day #94: Quantic – “We Got Soul”
It’s that time of year again… baseball season! I have harbored a little-known, life-long hatred for baseball. Not because it is unbelievably boring to watch (it is), but because one of my favorite places to go as a kid was shut down and turned into the spring training camp for the Kansas City Royals. Sorry guys, but you ruined my life, and I hate you times infinity.
I also hate watching baseball. I swear that I once made an effort to actually get into it, so I could hang out with my grandpa and enjoy the games like he did. I remember one year, a youth championship game came on TV during Thanksgiving and I sat in the living room, determined to show my grandpa that I liked baseball, too. I lasted about ten minutes before getting the strong desire to pull out my hair and whine “Ahhh!!! This is soooo boring!”
I only learned last week that there are a 169 games in the season. That’a lot of letters — o-n-e h-u-n-d-r-e-d s-i-x-t-y n-i-n-e!! That’s just ridiculously excessive, especially since teams play several games against another team. Why can’t they just play once against each other and move on? I have to wonder if there is a special roster of players that just start for the boring games. Like a discount squad. Pay them less than a six figure salary, and they could cover all the games that no one cares about. I mean, hardly anyone is showing up, much less paying attention in those early games, anyways.
When you live in DC, going to a National’s game is like going to see the Cherry Blossoms by the tidal basin when they’re in bloom. It’s just something you. I have now managed to cross both off of my list this year (Tom and I got down to see the last Cherry Blossoms in bloom when we got back from Austria a few weeks ago). Tonight, I went to a game with Danish and crew.
I have to laugh at how quickly our plans to get to a game tomorrow night, could be so quickly readjusted to go tonight instead (because they’re calling for rain tomorrow). We got the super nose bleed seats at $5 bucks a pop, and the view from the top-most seats was no less-stunning (although it always invites vertigo if you look down those ridiculously steep steps). I also had to laugh at the scalpers who were getting discouraged because no one was buying tickets. The stadium was half empty. We paid $5 and still made it down a level to better seats. A lot of people around us probably did, too. Who’s grand plan was it to buy up tickets to this game and scalp them? Of course, I also have to laugh at us. We spent more on overpriced beer and food than the actual ticket to get in. Though, I’ve learned that, this early in the season, that’s exactly what the past-time is. Not much hootin’ and hollerin’, even with the zillions of clips of music meant to rile people up. (Tonight the National’s and Astro’s played almost nine innings of absolutely no runs… except one, scored by the Nationals). It’s warm enough and the weather’s been nice enough, and the tickets are cheap enough, to grab some friends and have somewhere to chill out. You just have to do all your drinking beforehand and sneak in some food to make it worthwhile. I am in all this to spend some time with my friends.
While at the game, Chad asked Lauren what her walk out music would be. She didn’t have an answer for that. They sure played an odd array of music — Phil Collins’s “In the Air Tonight,” Collective Soul’s “Gel,” some generic metal, and even TV on the Radio’s “Wolf Life Me.” Mine would probably be this one (see the video above, yo!). It sounds appropriately arrogant, and if they start around time marker 0:19, it might do well to momentarily energize some bored spectators before I go on to strike out and put another no-run inning on the scoreboard for my team.