Samson got his first taste (literally) of a big league ballpark yesterday [he bit the seat in front of us while I was watching a fly ball veer foul]. Our friends graciously shared tickets with us, and we got to sit behind and just to the left of home plate. These are the best seats I've ever had, and they were also the most terrifying as every time a foul would sail over our heads I was ready to grab Samson and stop, drop, and roll.
Lots of noise, a decent-sized crowd, and an absolutely awful game for the O's --- it's never a good sign when the bases are loaded and stay loaded owing to walks, wild pitches, and hit batsmen.
Even so, it was a great day. Not only did Samson and his friend, Oliver, get certificates commemorating their first game [thanks to the usher, Ms. Pat, who put us wise to this perk], but they also got their picture taken with the Bird, who serendipitously was coming into our section as we were readying to leave. I can only imagine what was going through their heads as this giant bird with a baseball hat and two guys with walkie talkies appeared.
Also, I don't know if there is a hip-quotient rating for major league ballparks, but I think the soundguy at Camden Yards used to own Championship Vinyl. When a pitcher for the O's got yanked, the soundguy played the Pixies' "Here Comes Your Man."
Maybe the baseball is terrible, but where else can you get ironic commentary via classic alternative music?
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