11-3

never been a sports fan but
there’s something about sitting at a game
squinting from the sun setting directly in your eyes
trying to wear a nuetral color t-shirt and

inadvertently wearing the opposing team's colors
watching the marine corps color guard march the flag in
listening to the silence of "oh, say can you see..."
and the crowd goes wild
cheering ‘cause your team just made an amazing play

cracking open salty peanuts
dropping the shells on the ground
sucking down ice cold, sweaty lemonade
yes, ben’s chili bowl is really that good

hot dog

half smoke

can't choose between them
licking ketchup and mustard off your lips and relish off your fingers
standing up anytime someone wants to leave your row

hearing the connection of a bat and a ball
yelling “down in front” a million times to the guy on the phone
singing "take me out to the ballgame"
teddy losing... again...
cheering ‘cause their team just made an amazing play

trying to pick your personal baseball theme song for when it's your turn to bat
a little less talk and a lot more action - runner up
hit me with your best shot - the winner
mocking the players' theme songs

what's up with the phil collins theme song?

texting your brother to rub it in that you’re there and he’s not
chatting with your girlfriends about how cute the players are
getting upset because a player seriously fumbles the ball, thus committing an "error"

booing

watching your team lose 11-3 against boston

go nats

ya gotta love baseball.

but really i’m not a fan.