Baseball Game
Went to a baseball game with Kayne the other night. Neither of us know or care much about baseball, but we had never been, so we just wanted to go for the experience. My Japanese teacher had told me that it was a really good time, because the crowd gets so into it. And if the home team wins, fireworks go off!
Details were pretty blurry. Mostly we just got drunk and talked about unrelated stuff surrounded by the ambience of 30,000 shrieking Japanese baseball fans. We we spilled a beer that leaked down to the seats below us, which didn't do much to ingratiate us to the surrounding audience. But from what I gathered through the haze, the Fukuoka team, the Softbank Hawks, were playing the Hokkaido team, the Japan Ham Falcons (Back home the say, Toronto team is known as the Toronto Blue Jays. Here, they're known by the companies that own/sponsor them, which if you ask me is just a wee bit crass. I mean seriously, how much fear does the name "Japan Ham Fighters" strike in your heart? Good thing they weren't bought by Huggies Diapers. Now that would really be a drag).
This much I do know- Fukuoka was getting its ass kicked, literally 9-0 6 or 7 innings in. No fireworks tonight. Many fans started to leave, and Kayne took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, thereby missing the two most memorable events of the night.
I was typing a mail on my phone when I felt something speed past my knee. Someone had chucked a beer can through the crowd and it had landed in the aisle. The guy in front of me was standing up, and locking eyes with a younger guy about 4 seats over, who had apparently chucked the can. Then they ran into each other and started to shove. The guy in front of them moved in to break it up, and the first guy left.
I have no clue what it was about. The only thing I can think of was that guy 1 was leaving because the Hawks were losing, and guy 2 chucked the can at him out of disgust for his disloyalty. I have no idea what set him off. Hell, maybe he was aiming at me. At any rate, for the rest of the game the beer chucker just stared straight ahead at the field, wrestling with his inner demons and anger issues.
And then, as if to appease the home crowd for their dissappointment and frustration, the Hawks knocked the ball into the bleachers for a home run. Some lucky fan a few aisles over caught it, and everyone on my side let go of their balloons and sent them shooting through the air.
Unrelated "productive summer" update- started the Japanese lessons, doing swimming, getting office by Bike, but not as often as I'd like. Yesterday I was there from 2 til 10 last night and didn't get home til 11. I'm starting to realize I could use 2 summers to do everything I could be doing in terms of research. Actually feeling some pressure to get it all done.





