So, the game….

…was FUN!! Met up with Donnie and his two kids (Julia and Max) by a statue of some famous baseball player. Spotted Julia first because she was climbing all over the guy’s head. Both kids saw Bill coming and raced over with screams of “Uncle Bill! Uncle Bill!”

Donnie already had four tickets so we needed to get an extra one, couldn’t hear a word the ticket lady was saying but somehow managed to get seats vaguely together up in the Upper Level right behind the batter, though when we got up there we had to shuffle seats around a bit to do this.

Sat next to a really scary looking couple wearing identical clothes, right down to the matching trainers. Wondered if they had synchronous underwear too.

But before we get to sitting down and watching the game, lets go over the Snow Cones first. Couldn’t walk past the vendor without being sucked in and having one. The guy had a huge Ice Crusher into which chunks of ice were tipped, ground down, spat out and heaped into tubs. Then we got to dispense various sickly sounding syrups on top of it ourselves. Yay! Bill went for the Sour Grapes .o0(apt). Then I had difficulty working out exactly how to tackle the thing and tried not to just tip it down my front like Julia and Max.

Okay, now we’re seated.

Never mind the game, the entire stadium was an experience in itself. I really wish I hadn’t left my camera in the truck. *slaps head* It was simply crazy, swarms of people and vendors and adverts and all very colourful, I didn’t know where to point my attention.

Had to stand for the Star Spangled Banner at the start and endured a wrenching 5 mins or so as it got mangled and tortured by four guys who were then applauded for singing like strangled cats. Ugh.

Vile explained the finer points of the game to me, as well as some of the symbolism of the stadium, for example, the retired numbers emblazoned across one end and the shields depicting League triumphs on another. He pointed out the Coca Cola cannons and bottle which fire and shoot fireworks if the home team score a home run. Wanted to see that in action, but no such luck today.

Mainly because the Atlanta Braves SUCKED. They were lame, and got totally trounced by the Phillies 8-1. It was pitiful.

Really thought Vile was joking when he said that halfway through the 7th innings everyone stands up and sings “Take me to the Ball Game”. But no, for real. Crazy I tell you.

In fact the whole game was very *coughs* “musical”. Each batter had his own theme song and everytime he took to bat a snatch of it would blare out across Turner Field. Bursts of other tracks would also erupt occasionally depending on the action. Sure I heard a Hammond Organ being struck mercilessly.

The game itself was pretty dull, with the odd moments of excitement, like when Donnie took the kids to get food and all hell broke out on pitch and the Phillies scored 3 runs. Or, when the Braves actually did score and the stadium erupted with music and flashing lights and everyone waving their arms as if they were tomahawks.

Some of the crowd were more interesting, like the pack of peeps dressed as chefs and waving a “Sheffield Chefs” banner (Sheffield being a member of the Braves brethren).

All the time there were vendors going up and down the aisles proclaiming their wares, which mainly seemed to consist of Budweiser and peanuts. And, if we’d wanted (and probably had money to throw around) we could have even dialed up for pizza and had it delivered to our seats! But going back to the peanuts that was the only thing I didn’t like about the game. The place was crawling with them, they stank and people threw them everywhere. The guy behind me was creating his own shell mountain by my head, made me very twitchy indeed. Bleargh.

Didn’t stay right to the end, the Braves were going nowhere and their crushing defeat was obvious to all. Walked back to the truck via the old stadium wall which Bill pointed out to me along with some drivel about someone or others record number of home runs beating Babe Ruth, or something. Some sort of marker is there to commemorate this *coughs* momentous occasion of great importance to Mankind.

*gets smited by Vile (and probably Pengs)* .o0(ouch!)

Okay, think that about wraps up the evenings events, am rushing to finish this now as Bill has already crawled into bed and collapsed and I want snuggles.

Verdict = Baseball is rather cool actually. (Although I’m still looking forward to getting to a hockey game once the season starts again, I have Bill’s word he’ll take me)

2 Responses to So, the game….

  1. vilehelm June 27, 2003 at 1:19 pm #

    AHEM!!!!

    DRIVEL?!!!

    That’s where Hank Aaron hit his 715th homerun, breaking stupid Babe ruth’s record for homeruns all time. It was a cool thing, he got death threats when he was close to breaking it. YAY Hammerin’ Hank!

    Hope Bonds never breaks his record, he sux.

    Ok, must go, Kay is making strange squealing noises … without me!

  2. vilehelm June 27, 2003 at 1:19 pm #

    AHEM!!!!

    DRIVEL?!!!

    That’s where Hank Aaron hit his 715th homerun, breaking stupid Babe ruth’s record for homeruns all time. It was a cool thing, he got death threats when he was close to breaking it. YAY Hammerin’ Hank!

    Hope Bonds never breaks his record, he sux.

    Ok, must go, Kay is making strange squealing noises … without me!

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