Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Baseball’s Saving Grace
Once upon a time I had a small part of season tickets to Rockies games. The seats were great, I angled for a good mix of day and night games, and I cared very little about which teams were playing. I was seduced by the pure pleasure of those relaxed hours spent at Coors Field (one of the prettiest places to see a baseball game, I’d imagine).
Now, though, quite a few years later, I don’t just want to enjoy the day at the park. I want to see a competitive team--and the Rockies haven’t been that in a really long time.
So, I still go to the game (more because it means I get to play hooky than anything else) and I drink a drink, eat some junky, overpriced ballpark food, and cringe at just how tremendously bad the Rockies really are. For me, the tickets today were free. Thirteenth row almost directly behind home plate. What I don’t understand, though, is why some people still pony up for season tickets when the prices keep going up and the products stays consistently poor.
But the game does have one saving grace. One amazing saving grace.
Even better than watching the game is watching the girls at the game. Their blouses cut so low and their skirts cut so high that you can’t help but wonder if they are in a race to meet each other in the middle. Clingy summer dresses, pony tails, and miles and miles of beauty just waiting to be admired (if not precisely leered over--there is a difference, you know).
The game itself wasn’t worth the time, but the view might well have been worth whatever somebody paid for the season tickets I was mooching for the day.
It was definitely worth it for me.
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