Fines for big drinks? hmmm…

September 30, 2012 § 3 Comments

As little league baseball parents, we were required to work the ballpark snack bar from time to time.  There was a menu offering called “pepper bellies.” You scissored off the top  of a bag of Fritos (TM), spooned in some meat-n-beans chile, added yellow shredded cheese and ladled on (insidious) green peppers, then handed it over in the Frito bag itself, with a spoon.
I never ate it but I did expect the bag to go up in flames as I handed it over to the eager customer.

With some curiosity and raised eyebrow I digested this sign last week: Frito Pie.
Sounds  like it might go with one of those huge quart-sized soft drinks, except in NYC?


Top 10 things about winning the World Series…from a fan’s point of view

October 29, 2011 § 14 Comments

PICTURED:  at Game 6:
D wearing white cap, clapping and  seated to left of Nor; Nor in pink knit hat looking at game; Snarl in black cap and red vest and leaning next to Nor, listening to her;  and HM, seated next to Snarl, in red cap and white moustache and clapping –  at Game 6. (haven’t downloaded pics from Game 7 yet!)

1. Being part of  a “code”: Cardinals fans know what a “rally squirrel” is, what it means to chant Ya-di, that Berkman has a grand sense of humor and intense game focus, that Pujols should not be walked, that Freese offers great wordplay including “deep freeze,” that LaRussa has an impacable game face…

2. Loving a team. Even more. But you always have. It’s a regional thing. A cultural thing. An osmosis thing. You would defend their individual honor if pressed to do so, whether by the water cooler or in a lineup.

3. Being part of a “grand scheme.” First the games and then  the divisional wins. And now the Big Kahuna of championships, and you belong!!!!

4. That moment, that high, albeit ephemeral for a fan, when your team is ahead and throws the last strike against the other team. A moment that transfixes while life rushes ahead and they’re on the field, piling on one another in congratulations and you’re still standing there, feeling that last winning pitch moment, reeling…and then hugging everyone. 

5. Understanding perserverance.Someone has to win and this time it’s your team, it’s you. Because they’re good. Not because they’re lucky, not because they’re a shot in the dark, not because they’re a Cinderella team but because they are good – really really good at the game.

6. The rock-concert high that’s being part of a crowd insane with delight – no whoop or holler is too loud, no screams of delight are too odd, no talking to the players, egging them on during the game, is too wrong. (we were NOT into booing or deriding the other team. no, really, we were not.)

7. It’s real. It’s not a screenplay or a book or anything at all that was contrived. This is real life, real sports, unfolding in real time and brilliantly done, beyond ordinary expectation or a scripted perfect ending. It’s all real.

8. The power of communal effort and vibes for the greater good.  Cheering contributes to team effort. Or, it really seems so. And that’s good enough. And our team thanked us. Midwest down home stuff? Don’t care – it’s sincere.

9. Believing. It’s not just winning that makes you believe; it’s being there. It’s knowing that deep down you knew something like this huge WIN could actually truly literally happen.

10. Interacting positively with 100s and 1000s  of people you’ve never seen before. We talked in line waiting to get into the stadium; we talked to one another in our seats and in line for the loo and at the refreshement stands; we whooped, hollered, hooted, trilled and laughed as we spilled down the stairs and escalators on our way out of the stadium to meet another huge crowd who’d gathered outside the gates to feel the win. Traipsing toward our cars, crossing streets, circling clusters of cops who were smilingly benign, there were high fives and hugs unhesitatingly given and shared – have any of us spent so much time smiling at one time, ever?

Then going home to watch everything again on TV and remembering every moment.  And the interviews! and the Cardinal clubhouse celebration!  Ah, there are more than 10 things about winning.

The above are written in the glow of the autumn morning afterwards, where indeed all the leaves have not fallen off the trees and the light is golden, like the win last night.

cool…(definition of)

October 17, 2010 § 8 Comments

Not unusual, I am passionate about having the right to vote, as a human and as a woman, although I’d likely never be recognized as a flag waving, opinion-spewing civil politico.

Still, when we all stood for the national anthem at the last Cardinals game two weeks ago and discovered that we, the fans, were singing the national anthem, it was pretty freakin’ moving. 

Given the first four notes by the organist (his last game, last day), we sang a  cappella from the fifth note, forward.
We stayed together.
We hit the “high” notes.
When we finished, there was this pause, then uninhibited cheering.

Forty-four thousand people singing Keye’s composition.
Surely a  defining moment in the life of the word “cool.”

Craving baseball…

May 17, 2008 § Leave a comment








Sometimes you need to get out and about, not for business or parties, not for anything other than to be in the crowd, watching a baseball game. I am part of the Cardinal Nation though I don’t watch every bit of every game, even when I’m at Busch. Baseball is so much more than those 9 innings at play on the field.

I have been known to take a VOGUE with me, especially if HM has Snarl or another guy who knows every in and out of the game along. Once they get into the “stats” language, I read Wintour’s view on Runway things and glance up now and then to see how the game is progressing. But Snarl has long since dissuaded me from magazines, or even from writing notes to myself. Look. Watch. Learn. He’s right.

A stadium is a very comfortable place and I’ve been in several of them: Toronto (Skydome?); NYC’s Yankee stadium; Chicago’s Wrigley Field; and of course Busch, the old and now the new one.

I once wrote an article on How to be a Good Fan but it was a piece of crap. So many have written so many excellent essay, columns and books about the game, I salute them.

You gotta read other people’s work sometimes as a gauge to where you are on topic/skill level. In terms of writing about baseball, I belong in a “mom” kind of magazine or a Ladies Home Journal kind of publication (to which I no longer aspire). 

I do not read a lot of baseball stuff except Roger Angell.  Angell could write about walking from his living room to his patio and I would read it and be enamored.

Anyway, the other night, I did have The New Yorker stuffed in my bag in case, you know, the game wasn’t “happening,” but the people around us (strangers, all) were engaging, and I never even once considered reading instead of ‘being there.’

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