Baseball is another thing that I tend to struggle with. Today I went to my second game at Yankee Stadium. Against Boston Red Sox. And, although I see myself as a fairly intelligent human being, I just do not get the rules of this game. It surely is complicated. Fortunately, it does not keep me from enjoying all the awesome junk food available for sale at the stadium. I can easily get through a couple of hours eating fried stuff and checking out the behind of the pitcher. If you add a few good-looking NYPD specimen, I am all happy.
Safety is a big issue at Yankee Stadium. Which is good. There are guards, and police, everywhere. These saw to it that any unacceptable behavior was corrected, and the offender was kicked out of the stadium. Behavior that qualified for being escorted out were:
1) Foul language. The f-word is unacceptable, but "asshole" is perfectly ok. Especially if shouted by a hundred Yankees fans while pointing at one poor lonely Red Sox fan. T-shirts with foul language "in code" are also ok. For instance "Buck Foston". Or worse, as seen above.
2) Standing up in the middle of the crowd. Could be totally unacceptable. Especially if you were, let's say, a Red Sox fan....
3) Your boyfriend did one of the above. Then the guard will come back to get you too.
Fortunately, we managed to stay within the boundaries of what is considered "acceptable" behavior. In Bronx. Although I did at one time see my dear husband chewing a nacho. With his mouth open. Whew. What if the guards had noticed?
As you see, baseball CAN be entertaining. Although perhaps not just because of the game as such. When we got somewhere around the sixth inning, I got bored. Seriously bored. I mean, this guy with the bat, isn't he supposed to hit the ball every once in a while?
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