We arrived early enough to see the pre-game hoopla which consisted of girls shooting tee shirt balls out of cannons, giant flags stretched across the field, country music star Clay Walker singing The Star
Spangled Banner, and The Clydesdales presenting the game ball. Okay, it was actually the guy driving the Clydesdales who handed off the ball, but still. We’re talking about the Budweiser Clydesdales trotting around the baseball field.
The rosters of both teams were introduced. The Colorado Rockies even introduced their massage therapist. I am not making this up.
During the game, I saw broken bats and back to back home runs. We ate expensive hot dogs and peanuts, but not Crackerjacks. Lights flashed telling us to “Root Root Root” (new this year) but not how. Were we supposed to yell, “Root”?
At one point, I was digging in my purse and heard the crack of the bat. Hubby yells, “Watch out!” Naturally, I assume he’s kidding and ignore him. He was not. A foul ball landed four rows directly behind me. “How could you not see that coming?” he asks. Because I was trying to get the empty peanut shells out of my purse, that’s how.
The final score was Colorado 5 and the Astros 3, so it looks as though the Budweiser Clydesdales made the trip for nothing. The Astros won’t be able to sell beer because they lost the opener.
Are you a baseball fan? If so, what team? And if you saw “Root Root Root” (no punctuation), what would you do?