Sports At Random

Somehow it’s disappointing that the most hated player in the ballpark did not hit a home run.

Being up in the right-field bleachers, it truly was an experience every time Barry came up to bat. We were about 475 feet away, so everyone behind us moved down and crowded the walk ways:

Damn! Where’d that Dude get his “H. ROSA” jersey?! They are so hard to come by! I gotta go to Foot Locker and see if they got one in stock.

And then during his at-bats, every pitch was met with thousands of flashes:

It’s amazing how you can hit like that- with thousands of distracting white flashes as you are searching for the little white ball.

And, as I mentioned, when Barry did not hit a home run, people were “happy” in a sort of ‘disappointing, slouching back to their seats’ kind of way:

“Barry sucks” is always a solid chant, but you have to love the guy whose voice just extraordinarily cracks trying to start his own “Steroids” chant- while Bonds is all the way in the dug out, mind you.

And this guy thought a black security guard was Bonds and kept poking him with his cane. Oh, senility… I shall see you soon enough.