Thoughts of a Middle Aged Man

With out of country visitors filling Hotel Clark, my wife was able to score 4 field level seats to an Angel game, so we decided to make it a guys night out with Jim, the ex patriot, Tomo, the Kiwi fireman, my friend Nick, the guy picking out his fish dinner in the Better than a celebrity chef, and myself. I am an avid baseball fan and love to attend all types of games, Nick is an amateur umpire who works many of the local Little League games, Jim is a swimming and water polo coach who knows some things about baseball and Tomo knows cricket. So we watched the same game with different focus. I watched for the love of the game. Nick was fixated on the umpire crew and marvels at their rotational coverage. Jim and Tomo were watching and trying to understand the game but were more amused by the constant supply of food that came down the isle. Even after stopping at the stand for a beer and a brat, they then consumed during the game a pizza, a pretzel, and some candy floss (cotton candy to you and I).

For seven innings, I couldn’t figure out what was more enjoyable, watching the game or watching our guests experiencing America’s pastime. I did realize a couple of things that night. I do really like going to games. I really like good seats. I am going to have to get to Craig’s List to score some regular good seats. I am going to have to score four seats, because nothing is more fun than taking friends and family to a relaxing evening or afternoon at a ballpark.