I’m smarting over here on the West Coast because the American League won the MLB All-Star Game last night. My home team is the Angels, so obviously I get to more American League games these days, but I am a National League girl.
The L.A. Dodgers..the San Diego Padres..the St. Louis Cardinals..really any NL team except the New York Mets. (Sorry, Mets fans, I adore the Cardinals…which makes your team pond scum.)
So yes, I’ll watch the AL games if they’re local, and at least the Angels have Mike Trout to keep me happy. But in every league-to-league contest, I root for the National League team. *ducks and covers*
How did I come by this passionate love of baseball?
From my mama, of course. That woman could name every baseball stat that happened in her life time. She got cable before it was the only gig in town so she could watch baseball games on TBS and WGN. I grew up playing “name that announcer” and can spot a balk at 50 paces.
I was blessed to get a visit from my mom’s best pal last month and she gave me the best gift. My mom’s baseball rules! She had very definite and distinct rules about the proper way to watch a baseball game. We’ll use the Cardinals since the Red Birds were her favorite.
11 Golden Rules for Attending Ball Games
by Jenny’s Mama
- Wear jeans or jean shorts.
- Must wear your team’s t-shirt or jersey. (favorite player optional)
- Athletic shoes to be nimble on your feet.
- Wear team visor or baseball cap.
- Take your ball glove for home runs or foul balls.
- Take transistor radio (nowadays, you’d use your phone) to hear the play-by-play from your team’s announcer – in her case, Jack Buck. (May he rest in peace.) Be sure to take a headset so as not to disturb others.
- Take cooler with water or soda. (Is this even legal anywhere now?)
- Wind shoestring licorice around your next for easy access and stress chewing. (Bubblegum optional.)
- BUY peanuts or popcorn and one soda to support the park.
- Get your program, score card and pencil. Know how to keep score properly.
- Bring your binoculars for good viewing. (She sat in the cheaper seats so she could go more often.)
When she died in 2004, we all lamented that we hadn’t written down her rules. And now look at this marvelous present I just received.
It’s prompted me to go buy tickets to the Angels’ interleague games. I love interleague play – it has saved me since I moved out of National League territory.
And in case you detest baseball, and am wondering why I spent all these words on such a dumb subject, here is an article for you.
What is your sport, and who taught you to love it? Enquiring minds always want to know these things here at More Cowbell!