Diamondvision
Went to the Mariner's game tonight. They sucked. Although, according to the post-game show we were listening to on sports radio it wasn't that bad because when Richie Sexson hit into those two double plays - well, he hit the ball REALLY HARD.
But that's not what's newsworthy about tonight's game. The big news is that Sweetie and I were on the Diamondvision. OK, it's because of the teenagers in front of us who were OBSESSED with calling as much attention to themselves as possible, but the fact still stands that my face was up there. And yet I didn't feel compelled to scream and yell and dance around.
But more entertaining than seeing us all on the diamondvision was seeing what trained seals these girls were. There was a loud crowd of boys sitting directly behind us. Bottom of the ninth inning and, silly fools that we fans are, we've got the rally caps out and are thinking perhaps the Mariners could escape for their suckiness for just one moment and manage a win. Jose Lopez takes the plate. The guys behind us start cheering for J. Lo. (I give the sound guy credit for that one, as he brought Lopez out to the plate with a Jennifer Lopez song earlier in the evening). It started a lovely little call and response with the drunk guy and the teenage girl shouting out J. Lo's name.
Jeremy Reed was up next. Sweetie tried a little call and response for J. Re -- and the teenage girls ran with it!
Oh man, the Mariners have reached all new levels of suckiness when your entertainment at the game is the gullibility of a teenage girl.
But that's not what's newsworthy about tonight's game. The big news is that Sweetie and I were on the Diamondvision. OK, it's because of the teenagers in front of us who were OBSESSED with calling as much attention to themselves as possible, but the fact still stands that my face was up there. And yet I didn't feel compelled to scream and yell and dance around.
But more entertaining than seeing us all on the diamondvision was seeing what trained seals these girls were. There was a loud crowd of boys sitting directly behind us. Bottom of the ninth inning and, silly fools that we fans are, we've got the rally caps out and are thinking perhaps the Mariners could escape for their suckiness for just one moment and manage a win. Jose Lopez takes the plate. The guys behind us start cheering for J. Lo. (I give the sound guy credit for that one, as he brought Lopez out to the plate with a Jennifer Lopez song earlier in the evening). It started a lovely little call and response with the drunk guy and the teenage girl shouting out J. Lo's name.
Jeremy Reed was up next. Sweetie tried a little call and response for J. Re -- and the teenage girls ran with it!
Oh man, the Mariners have reached all new levels of suckiness when your entertainment at the game is the gullibility of a teenage girl.
posted by Swankette at 11:06 PM
3 Comments:
Your sweetie is a cleaver boy. :^)
I loved Richie when he was with the Indians.
My husband believes in the lucky puppy butts -- he rubs their butts to get the Indians (or the USC Trojans for me) to rally. Whatever works, I guess...
I used to love Richie, but it's hard to love a guy your team is paying over 10 million a year to hit .235. Yesterday's two critical double plays didn't help, as hard as he hit the ball. He's GOTTA turn it around.
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