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By ana (Wed Jul 06, 2011 at 08:04:55 PM EST) funstuff (all tags)
Today is toxicfur's birthday. 

This probably won't make much sense for non-baseball people.

 There's a social club at work, which from time to time buys & resells a block of seats to a local sporting event, running a raffle for the opportunity to buy seats. One of the baseball dates for this summer was last night, so I put in for it, and we got seats well up behind 3rd base at Fenway Park.

Ballpark food, mere steps from our seats, was nice. Beer, likewise.

It was lots of fun. The game went as such things should, and it was 3-0 Red Sox over Blue Jays at the start of the 9th inning. So in comes Jonathan Pappelbon to pitch the final inning; he's the ace closer and this is his specialty: closing out games when he has a lead.

Now Fenway has the odd feature that people well up under the upper deck have a view of a large screen TV showing the local sports channel covering the game you're watching live. They're delayed a few seconds, which takes some getting used to, as does the fact that instant replays on the TV are not featured in the live game.

First batter very nearly struck out, except that 3rd strike was called a ball. While we were lustily booing at the umpire, the TV folks showed their little replay graphic with a box where the strike zone should be, and the ball clearly went through the box. More lusty booing. Next pitch went for a base hit.

Second man up hits a home run off the top of the Green Monster. Now 3-2 Boston. Two outs happen in here someplace. And then another base hit, followed by a walk (everybody standing for that elusive 3rd strike that didn't happen). Pappelbon has thrown about twice as many pitches as he usually does in an evening's work.

So here we go. The batter works the count to full, fouled off several pitchers, basically bombarding the guys in the first few rows down below our seats. And then... Oh noes, he hits it over the 3rd baseman's head, off the left field wall. Thankfully the left fielder plays it cleanly and heaves the ball--on target--to home plate, where Jason Veritek tagged out the man trying to score from second base. Game over, 3-2.

It was one of those "oh no oh on oh no oh shit oh no oh no yesssssss!" moments. The stadium erupted; perhaps one of the loudest moments I can recall (at least without the aid of electronic amplification). It was unnecessarily exciting, but exciting nonetheless.

Trip home was uneventful; oddly the T was less crowded than usual. Maybe people left before the final inning. Got home about 11, after leaving the stadium at 10. Was a good time. A+ would do it again.

To be sure, there was the occasional moment... But choosing not to go there is certainly something I can do, nowadays. And there was a remarkably cute dress just in front of us, with a remarkably cute woman inside. And an even cuter lesbian couple on the train home. Benefits.

I left the dry catfood dispenser set up to compensate for the fact I wasn't going to be around at anything like dinnertime. There was (still is, actually) food in the bowl, uneaten. Not sure what's up with that. He'll eat his bedtime snack (same stuff). Maybe it's just the aversion to change or any unusual circumstance. Or the heat. He's been sleepier than usual the last couple days. I'm glad I don't have to wear a fur coat on 90 degree days. He does go out at night, hunting or whatever cats do at night.
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What cats do at night by wiredog (4.00 / 1) #1 Thu Jul 07, 2011 at 09:44:51 PM EST
They cat about, of course!

Earth First!
(We can strip mine the rest later.)

I understood everything. by Tonatiuh (4.00 / 1) #2 Thu Jul 14, 2011 at 01:33:03 PM EST
I even know what the Green Monster is.

What you don't want is the sorry spectacle of a Mexican talking about cricket, rugby or snooker...

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