First baseball game of the season.
Jul. 19th, 2002 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaI don't know how that happened. Opening Day was three and a half months ago. The Orioles have played ninety-three games already. They're even playing decent baseball this year - they've got a decent shot at a .500 record, which is more than we had any right to expect. I've even (and this would never happen ordinarily) watched bits of some O's games on TV.
But this will be the first night since October of 2001 that I've walked down after work to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
curiousangel at Max's for a beer. We'll walk past the sidewalk vendors ("Ice-cold water, only a buck, pay twice as much inside!"), threading our way through the orange-and-black crowd, smiling at the little kids with their Cal Ripken T-shirts and fielder's gloves, threading our way through the turnstiles and up the long long escalator to the upper deck. The smoke from Boog's Barbecue will add a tinge of sweetness to the hazy air.
"Baseball!" we'll murmur contentedly to each other as the players warm up on the field, in sparkling white against the green. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Baltimore Orioles!", most of them excited young guys fresh out of Triple-A, not above showing a little hustle, not above making foolish mistakes. As the innings rise and fall in leisurely rhythm, punctuated with flashes of excitement. As the stifling hazy day cools into evening and the fly balls shine brightly against the night sky.
But this will be the first night since October of 2001 that I've walked down after work to meet
curiousangel at Max's for a beer. We'll walk past the sidewalk vendors ("Ice-cold water, only a buck, pay twice as much inside!"), threading our way through the orange-and-black crowd, smiling at the little kids with their Cal Ripken T-shirts and fielder's gloves, threading our way through the turnstiles and up the long long escalator to the upper deck. The smoke from Boog's Barbecue will add a tinge of sweetness to the hazy air."Baseball!" we'll murmur contentedly to each other as the players warm up on the field, in sparkling white against the green. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Baltimore Orioles!", most of them excited young guys fresh out of Triple-A, not above showing a little hustle, not above making foolish mistakes. As the innings rise and fall in leisurely rhythm, punctuated with flashes of excitement. As the stifling hazy day cools into evening and the fly balls shine brightly against the night sky.
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