I am not much of a sports person. I like playing them okay – as long as no one is overly competitive, anyway. And I can get into watching them sometimes. I even know most of the rules for most major sports, so I can usually follow what’s going on. But I don’t really understand adopting a team as YOUR TEAM and truly caring about the outcome of the game.
Tonight, we went to a baseball game with a group of J’s friends from law school. It was fun to see people and hang out, but baseball is definitely not the right sport for me. I know this will be sacrilege to many out there, but I find it pretty boring. There’s just not enough action – most of the 3 hour or so game is spent watching the players watch each other while they wait for the pitcher to prepare himself. Or watching the players who just took the field throw the ball back and forth as they warm up. I much prefer soccer, where the action is constant, or even football, where there are at least more intense bursts of action when everyone on the field is engaged in the play.
But despite my lack of baseball fandom, and my grumbling at the prices of ballpark food ($10 for a small basket of chicken strips and fries? $5 for a bottle of water?), I had a really good time. J and I are kind of homebodies, but I always have fun when we actually get ourselves out to do things. And there were several other non-baseball people there, too, so J and I had other folks to commiserate with about the boringness of baseball. All in all, a good night.