Los Angeles – baseball – Part III

Baseball. I had never seen one of those games before. Really, how many people outside of the US have? Not me. I had tried to go watch the Yankees while I was in New York, but they didnt play home the days I was there, so I got desperate and I ended up visiting the Anaheim Angels in LA.

Here is what a baseball game looked to me, the complete ignoramus on this popular activity of the North American and… Japanese cultures.

Parking space was huge. The lot was so big I was sure we will get lost on the way out. People were congregating from everywhere, it seemed.

Entry was reasonably painless. Nobody removed my shoes or checked under my tongue for hidden weapons. Phew!

The stadium is huge. To me our seats were perfect, but obviously that is not so, as they were not the expensive kind.

The evening was pleasant and the wind was caressing my skin just right. I was excited and looking forward to the game.

There was a bit of walking around like in a daze. Almost dreamlike..

A lot of bending.

and bending

Even officials bend.
Here the pitcher is trying to prevent the gray dude from stealing a base and Number 35 has constipation.

Tra-la-la-la-la…stolen glances and skipping in the night light.

The atmosphere is rather pleasant.

There were no idiots shouting or throwing around their arms and spit upset at something.

People were just having a good time.

Kids? It seemed the perfect spot to bring them for some fun – watching prancing, bending happy men having fun.

There was some action.

A lot of that:

..that:

..that arm thing. The way that nobody throws a ball:

There were a lot of statistics, numbers, scoring averages and whatnots posted on a board, but my Host had little knowledge of them all. I doubt anyone does. Its insane. There were a few bats that met the ball and that is quite exciting.

I even got to see this: