I’ve been meaning to get Calif Lorna started for months and have all these posts pent up inside me and at the moment they’re a bit on the ranty side. It may go away, it may not. But please bear with me while I get it all out!
We’ve been going to Angels (excuse me, the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim – such a catchy name) baseball games since we arrived last July. I love going mainly because we just sit for a few hours and eat our way through the game. I ask Danny what’s going on but don’t really pay attention to his answers. Plus his replies usually start with ‘I think’ which doesn’t fill me a great deal of confidence and I drift off. Occasionally, I’m aware that something important is happening like the bases being loaded.
It just seems like a grown up version of rounders but with hot dogs.
I really didn’t understand that there’s a lot going on between the pitcher and the batter. We’re not usually seated close enough to appreciate all the nuances. However, Declan has recently joined a baseball league and now having spent what seems like hours upon hours at games, I’m finally beginning to understand the rules. We sit right next to where they’re batting and it’s all beginning to make a lot more sense.
But forgive me. Strike? I really think that should mean that you hit the ball. It makes no sense that it means you missed it. And missed it three times. You don’t send a strike force and hope they’ll miss their target. If I said I was going to strike you, I wouldn’t mean that I was going to try hitting you but miss. What with this confusing name and my concentration on my hot dog rather than the rules, I was mildly confused during last season.
I now pay a bit more attention when Danny’s explaining the rules. I know that it’s good to ‘take one for the team’ which my son seems to do a lot and is now covered in bruises. And RBI means run batted in. That was shouted a lot last weekend and is why the other team beat us.
And I’m way too English for the Seventh Inning stretch. I don’t do spontaneous high fives or whoops of joy. I just can’t join in, out comes my repressed English side I’m afraid. Audience participation is my idea of hell. Spontaneity has its time and its place.
We have our first Angels game of the season next Saturday against the Red Sox. Hot Dog or Ruby’s? Then crackerjacks, maybe an ice cream and definitely candy floss. Maybe I’ll even look for an RBI when I’m eating.
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LOL – That’s funny. My Dad used to take me to Dodger games when I was young but I’m not that into baseball. Basketball is better, IMO.
When I hear the name ’strike’, I think of strikeout, where in writing it puts a line through the word? So ’strike’ in baseball makes sense to me.
Now, what in the world is candy floss?? Is that something you eat? I’m a 5th generation Californian and I’m lost!
Oh, tell Danny to add Subscribe to Comments plugin to your blog
@ Kristi: Candy floss is cotton candy.
@ Lorna,Go ahead and order candy floss at the game, Lorna. Ha Ha, that may give you enough fuel for another post.
@Kristi @Michaelle
I debated writing cotton candy instead of candy floss, but being stubborn as usual, I stuck to the British way. Maybe I need to start writing things in both the American and British style
We’ve fixed the ‘add Subscribe to Comments’ – thanks, Kristi.
Perhaps you could write your blog in a English/British translation style….that way we would both feel like we were learning a new language. I could start talking British to my friends, and they would be ohhhh so impressed. (Or think I was drinking…?)
Never the less, I am glad to see that you have discovered baseball. Truly one of lifes pleasures. There is nothing better then a warm summer evening at the ball park. I tell my kids that the air is simply different when you enter the park! (O.K. they bought that until they were 10 years old!)
Welcome to the blogsphere. I will be a faithful follower!
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