No, I wasn’t the girl going up the escalator in the seventh with cinnamon roasted almonds in my hand and tears in my eyes.
Okay, fine. I was.
Let’s just say I was really happy to be back. As were 39,000 other people. 39,000 people at an exhibition game. That’s sort of a lot. It didn’t seem that full when I was sitting down, but when I walked around, it was a madhouse. And I can’t even count how many people walked into me. I’m not that short. I don’t get why people walk into me.
If it looks like I think am in an Arctic Winter to you, you are absolutely right. It was freezing cold. I am now cured of my wanting those nuts ever again. Craving is gone. They were, uh, fine. Just fine. And yes, I had almonds. Because they were out of walnuts. What else is new?
Right. Exhibition game. It wasn’t that different from a regular game except the players were wearing their Spring Training jerseys and there were no photos on the scoreboard.
That was weird. It felt vaguely like they were just doing that to remind you it wasn’t a regular season game. But maybe there was a good reason. The real reminder that it was March 28th was the fielding. The hitting and pitching on both teams was basically really good, but nobody could field. There were no errors but a lot of sloppiness.
And the moment when Tejada and Sandoval ran out into shallow left to try and catch a ball and Burrell just stood there with a “battle it out, brothers” look on his face. Nobody caught it. That was one pitch after the exact same thing happened in right.
It was a really good game and a good night. Now if you’ll excuse me… I’d better go do some Normal Person stuff before heading over to the Coliseum later this afternoon. It’s Zito vs. Gonzales. I. Am. So. Excited.
Isn’t that most beautiful view?