I'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free
I'm resigned to being born and so resigned to bravery.
~Dar Williams

Sunday, July 26, 2009

And it's root, root, root for the home team... and other miscellanceous rules.

Since I made it through the Red Sox-Yankees crucible a couple months ago, Tim invited me to another baseball game - this time against the Orioles. I thought I was in the clear since I don't know a single thing about them (and therefore couldn't possibly cheer for the wrong team); however, I was informed of additional rules for the evening's outing:
  1. If started, I mustn't participate in the wave, which is too cheerful.

  2. I musn't purchase cotton candy from the nice boys walking around in the stands, since said treat is for children.

  3. Above all, I musn't, musn't, musn't sing along with Sweet Caroline*, for reasons that are unclear to me, but seem extraordinarily obvious to him.

I didn't pass, but we had a grand time, and I think he still likes me (at least a little).

*Sweet Caroline is played at every Red Sox home game. The lyrics are displayed on a giant board and everybody stands up and merrily sings along.

Jason and I exchanged our usual greeting.

12 comments:

Michelle said...

Were you allowed to eat a Fenway Frank or Pretzels. If not it probably wasn't much fun.

Cami said...

How dare you exhibit joy at the game. You're going to send the whole team, nay, nation back into the Curse. Curb your enthusiasm or Babe Ruth's piano will rise out of the pond and come to haunt you.

Jill said...

I love Sweet Caroline, cotton candy, and the wave. I would have failed miserably and apparently Babe Ruth's piano would come out to haunt me????

Chadene said...

mustn't mustn't mustn't..... now, where have i heard that before?? ;)

Karen said...

Yeah. I really hope you had a hot dog too because those are the best at baseball games. I think maybe they're infused with steroids...

Erin said...

Well, Michelle, I know for a fact that Tim loves pretzels, so I think those were probably allowed. And I'm unclear on the Sweet Caroline rule, as well, though I think he's claimed in the past that it's not actually a real Red Sox tradition.

Glad you had fun, though!

byebyedays said...

All these games, your going to know all you didn't and then some.;) I love going to ball games, they're so fun... great bonding times for you and your sweetie.;)

Joe and Joanne said...

Good for you for breaking the unofficial rules! :)

"Where it began
I cant begin to knowin
But then I know its growin strong

Was in the spring
And spring became the summer
Whod have believed youd come along

Hands, touchin hands
Reachin out
Touchin me
Touchin you

Sweet caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Ive been inclined
To believe they never would

But now i
Look at the night
And it dont seem so lonely
We fill it up with only two
And when I hurt
Hurtin runs off my shoulders
How can I hurt when Im with you

Warm, touchin warm
Reachin out
Touchin me
Touchin me

Sweet caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Ive been inclined
To believe they never would
Oh, no, no

Sweet caroline
Good times never seemed so good
Ive been inclined
I believed they never could
Sweet caroline"

Lesa said...

Haha I would have done all the same things! It isn't a baseball game if you can't get into it by joining the crowd!

David said...

I didn't know that Babe Ruth had a piano.

David said...

Sweet Caroline? Yes. Laura and baseball? That's a shocker!

M & S said...

Love this post, we just went to a Red Sox game too. Its the only time I sing Sweet Caroline. ;)