It's opening week all over baseball and my loveable losers, the Texas Rangers, have found a way to be undefeated. Only one hundred and fifty eight more to go, boys!! Well, I am scheduled to go to two Ranger games this year and really can't wait. So, since it's been awhile, I thought that I would mention a baseball intensive First 5.
First 5 Greatest Things About Going To a Ranger Baseball Game (or any team)
5. Socializing. Baseball is the coolest date sport there is. (Believe it or not, Hockey is a close second.) Simply because the action is so slow and relaxing you can just kind of hang out, drink a beer or seven, and get to hang out with your honey. Want to take a crew? Baseball is the perfect game just to be.
4. Watching Batting Practice. Watching guys blast away before the game is like a poor man's Home Run Derby. As a guy that couldn't even blast it out of the infield, the prowess of the guys at pounding the ball simply amazes me.
3. The Field itself. The Ballpark in Arlington (Who really gives a shit what it's called now?) is just an amazing place to be. From the greatness of the grass on the field (why can't my lawn look that good?), to the structure outside, to the fact that their isn't a bad seat. It is awe-inspiring, and complete coolness. If the game is out of hand, which is standard for the Rangers, you can walk around and look at all the stuff. The memorabilia stands, the restaurants, and the museum is just a good way to spend some time at the Park if the game sucks.
2. The Home Run/Game Winning Hit. The sound that is made by the crowd is hard to imitate. The adrenaline and happiness....the spontaneous high fives....strangers all around you are all united in one thought..."Dude, Josh knocked the shit out of that one, didn't he?" Then, in the Ballpark, the theme from the Natural comes on. Just gives me chills.
1. The Memories. I remember when my brother and I went to the game, when OJ decided to lead the cops on the world's slowest car chase. I remember when my best friend and I went, watched batting practice and almost got hit by a ball hit by Juan Gonzales. Said friend died of cancer four years later. I remember going with my dear wife and enjoying hanging out with a lot of her friends from work. I remember countless moments at the old Arlington Stadium and the new Ballpark where old friends and new friends all took off for a night game.
The one near miss is we almost went to watch Nolan Ryan pitch...decided not to...and then missed him beat the holy hell out of Robin Ventura. Biggest regret of my baseball life.
The weird thing about it is I couldn't tell you who won any of the games I went to. Oh, I know the Ranger's lost most, but the result wasn't the point. It was the fellowship. I hope you all get to hit a MLB park and enjoy a little fun in the sun.